What would you tell her
The you of twenty years ago
Your bloody daughter
Wiped on doctor’s sleeve
What would you say?
Lying there with your legs open and mind shut
Would you tell her about all the false starts?
Or pick a cliché, like time goes so fast
Would you sit by the river eating damp sandwiches
And say only one thing
Don’t forget
Oh please, do not …
Because it runs out
And the music stops
You realize you didn’t find
In squirming crowd and nubile bundle of years
That self-assured hand of worship
Divination and objection
Pulling you out of horror
A soaking crimson thing
Searching for tapestry within wider weave
Throwing runes in fire pits
Eating the marrow of after birth
To discoverment
What would you tell her to look for ?
Learn the meaning before running
Barelegged catching scratches, leaving blood
Weeds pressed at their fragile necks by the thunder of your sprint
Straightening afterward, leaving no trace
Swaying all, in direction of beckoning wind
Tumbling off high rocks
Their granite faces scowling
Disapprobation carved into their carbon
As surely as your little chest heaves with the labor
Of surviving
Whisper and the Roar 
Reblogged this on TheFeatheredSleep and commented:
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What, indeed, to say to such a one, lost, but never after absent, a life imagined?
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At The Whisper And The Roar, Candice Louisa Daquin ponders what to say.
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A glorious poem Candice, and what did you say, the question about life itself, my search for answer goes on, except I have found… always look on the bright side of life….. light and humour keeps me sane/saner….
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Good philosophy my friend~!!
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I’m captivated by this poem even though I am not sure what all of it means.
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Thank you!
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I like this poem but I don’t understand it.
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It’s about a woman musing years later about what she’d tell her daughter had she lived and not miscarried. Thank you for your words xx
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I thought it was about a miscarriage. Would you mind -only if you its ok with you to give me a break down.
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See? You were right!
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‘the labor / of surviving’ … complex image that suggests identification between mother and child.
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Utterly breaktaking, C…. truly I could write feedback in glorious echos for each poem posted. You are maturing and deepening in the dive in the ocean of truth.
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Ah thank you. I think I liked what I wrote about a year ago more than now, and I think I liked what I wrote about 3 years ago more than now, but it is always appreciated and welcomed and valued when someone says they feel I am growing. I would say I have grown and this is the dark side of the moon but who knows? So easy to be subjective and not appreciate what others do in our own work. xo Thank you dear one xo
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