You never cease to amaze me Andrea. I truly love how you can take a simple thing or person and make it seem so personal to you and touch the readers heart. I truly love poems that can make you think about it over and over again. There is such a sad and beautiful poem with a lot of emotional ties. You said it all in yourpoem dear. I was honoured to nnominate this.

I love all the specific images you have crafted here and given to the reader.... there's something that seems ancient about the "cobblestone" and like there is a great story and history behind it. There is such hope in the ending, such comforting in hearing her song, that you know you will remember her through it. I also feel meditation in this piece, that you are building foundation that will last you in this life. Beautiful, keep writing and glad you shared this.

*Sorry double post!

Andrea, you always captivate me, always leave me with a clear thought or image that stays with me hours afterwards.

I love the ending...so hopeful. This whole poem is beautiful while still sad and its etched with a uniqueness that is so undoubtedly you

Love this. Love you

Xxx

This is one of the first poems I read when the site came back up and...I've read it a few times more today and yet...I'm still trying to fathom your words out. I did notice, in your recent works you have become more secretive...writing in metaphors I mean, so...this is harder for me to comprehend.

Breasted nightmares become a lofty
journey for a native who walks alone.
Braids tickle a dewey spine, curving
in alignment to memories of a broken past.

The very first word (breasted) is very hard on the ear IMO...I'm not sure but, I feel there is significance to it that you alone know about?

Dewey? not sure..it's coming up as a spelling error for me but..I do know you American's are phonetic so..check it yourself perhaps?

Grandmother whispered as I marked
cobblestones of her spirit with kisses,
aged and achy to nestle upon her bosom,
so tears could drown upon cotton aprons
and a loving embrace.

^^^

Grandmother and cobblestones tell a story of age but the cotton apron makes me wonder some...like I said...you are writing differently to what I'm used to...

The journey has mistaken my strength
for desire, for I must choose to realign
my thoughts, getting back to the roots
of a solid foundation.

I somehow feel that whatever it was you experienced you had t do and, you glad of it but, it has left you exhausted?

She lives another day so that I may
find the pathway home, even in death
I'll listen to her sing-

^^

This had me wondering if you had actually met your grandmother and...I hope you id but for me...I never had the pleasure if meeting any of my grandparents and yet they all live through songs and stories that have been passed down and...I think that is what you were really trying to achieve here?

One more time.

This is absolutely wonderful and beautiful! Simply amazing! I couldn't possibly explain why, but as I read it I'm flooded with serene yet intense imagery as your words plays music in my mind. It's really amazing!