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Crades of Sound
by Kathryn M Collins
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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the strength of look alike ancestry and decendants is strong. |
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Cradles of Sound
peach coated you wailed,
pale puffed dove cheeks
spanking new, and yet
I’d seen you before,
before your eyes opened,
before you were weighed
and measured and poked.
you were in grandma’s sepia’s
in the girls in the women
not the kid in the picture, unrecognized,
the one without the gene.
my cousins and I were shiny black
and whites, pre-Polaroid babies.
you are digital, on-line, telephoned
I HAD seen you before,
in my shoebox albums.
©Kathryn M. Collins
June 1, 2008
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
6/1/2008 |
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Kathryn,
Stunning capture of the past, seen in the present - well done -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by John Leko |
6/1/2008 |
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...always finding one in something of the past...given the music of rebirth...is to be found in your words.
excellent work Kathryn...
John |
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| Reviewed by Barbara Smith |
6/1/2008 |
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| This is a well thought out poem...pictures of our relatives sometimes look just like us. I enjoyed this! |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
6/1/2008 |
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A great poem beautifuly written, Kathryn.
I guess genes are inescapable.
-Gene. |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
6/1/2008 |
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Like rumaging in an old drawer and finding images of ourselves in generations past and thinking that, perhaps in the future, someone will open it again and wonder...
Georg |
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