The pain of Springtime
of blooming is great
in all it's majesty
it is so natural
Today my pain is like
birth
of first born
slight hum of muscle
and sweat that sing a mighty song
of pain
that comes to me as
a new day
it stretches across my eyes
swollen
cause I knew this day was near
slowly I wake thinking
of Autumn leaves
under our feet
crisp
like the air we breathe
......now like then
your eyes wide and full
energy that can not be explained
and in a distance I hear a mighty song
that hums of muscle
sweat and pain
we done gathered round
sweet smell of chickens (from the yard)
we done gathered round
making sounds of (holdin)horns, guitars
and Aunt Gorgia sing (like Millie)
I am all the pain of Springtime
that springtime brings
everything blooming
have you seen it????
Lord the stories in our hands
and feet
in our backs and shoulders
under tons and tons
of happiness, shame
love and regrets
my mind take me to fuss fights
and serious talks
my ears hear in a distance
that humming of sweat
muscle and pain
cause now you a man.....leaving
leaving.....
....in the footsteps of Jesus
Culver
Malcolm
King Jr.
Ali
Young
Thomas
Goines
Marley
leaving......
.....in the footsteps of Abraham
Solomon
Zulu
Green
....you are leaving with roots
that are more envious than the stars
and oh so heavy they are
....you are leaving with baggage
put up in storage
striving with bill in hand
...you are leaving first born
with lil' brothers and sisters
eyes on
pressure I'm sure
tucked deep down in pocket
that you try and hide
so long
I stand alone in labor
crowded with well wishes
family friends and community
my heart sing
like our mothers before me
when we left the south
riding muscle and
sweat
pains
chuck-a-chuck-a-chuck-a-chuck-a
north
to be closer to dat star
trying to get far *
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Reviews of "Growin' Pain (For Christopher ~ My Oldest Son)"
Your words blend time and place emotion flows like a guide and feel so natural to where and when. Talent of see so well into the heart and vision of a place, your thought escapes to ever growing and building, perfection, you share every aspect of the world in which live, now present and future...Amazing feel, impressive.. Walt
Timeless and beautiful. Great usuage of language and I loved the pic as well. blessings, Mocha
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2004
Mitzi, your extraordinary talent to interlace emotions and well-penned words into timeless well-presented treasures for the masses to reflect upon, is a shining testament to your overall proficiency, and you shall always be recognized and remembered, as one of the most influential Poetess in the 21st Century. Thank you for sharing your amazing, inspiring work. Take care and be well.
Tell Your Son For Me,i.e. If He Does Not Grow Up--He Will Never Grow Old,i.e. We Make Create Most(Hell Our Own Making) Pain_
To Grow Old Is To Be Young,i.e. I Somehow Made It To 18 never Got Past 23_
While Pain In My Body,(Dentist Scrapping)Teeth, Etc. There My Mind Wares It Off,I Take Only Ocassion Sinus & Aspirin_ I Drink White Vinegar(KILLS PAIN-CLEANS BLOOD/SKIN),Eat Lota Garlic Salt,Salads, No More Beef920 Years)- Only Chicken,Tuna, Lunch Meat,Stews_ I Drink Only Beer(Vice) Between 12 & 12 Nite,No Smoke, No Booze,No Drugs_
Oherwise You're Only Making Greed Mongering Corporate Bastards $RICH$!
Your Friend, TRASK
PS: My Greatest PAIN Is: I Do Not Have $Money$ To Buy The Things I Need & Do What I Want To Do,i.e. Finish Building My Show Car For THe Shows... Finish Building My House That I Lost For Me-
Finish Doing What I Always Wanted To Do Is Help Little Children-- Once Past 11 Years Old They Are Brain Dead!!! IT Takes Money $Millions$ That El Presidente Bush Spends At $50 Million Each Month To Get Sick Ass Re-Elected-F--king Asshole!
Mitzi this is deeply felt intense poem using birth
pangs as a fitting analogy when your son left.A powerful
imaginative work that points out the true anguish of
the mothers soul at the separation from her beloved son.
o, i've missed you, girlfriend, you and your incredible writes! the imagery in this one is outstanding, as is the message of ancestral knowledge and power. BRAVA! i love love love the way you write--your words beg to be read and take the reader inside your heart
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- u certainly have a way with words ...
well done Mitzi
deep from the soul
enjoyed reaing your fastastic poetry
William .... Peace
one smooth Poetess!
An exceptional photo-montage ... an exceptional write!
Robert
love&light,
**Mari**
(back on the block)...
lots of cascading imagery and emotion ...
To Grow Old Is To Be Young,i.e. I Somehow Made It To 18 never Got Past 23_
While Pain In My Body,(Dentist Scrapping)Teeth, Etc. There My Mind Wares It Off,I Take Only Ocassion Sinus & Aspirin_ I Drink White Vinegar(KILLS PAIN-CLEANS BLOOD/SKIN),Eat Lota Garlic Salt,Salads, No More Beef920 Years)- Only Chicken,Tuna, Lunch Meat,Stews_ I Drink Only Beer(Vice) Between 12 & 12 Nite,No Smoke, No Booze,No Drugs_
Oherwise You're Only Making Greed Mongering Corporate Bastards $RICH$!
Your Friend, TRASK
PS: My Greatest PAIN Is: I Do Not Have $Money$ To Buy The Things I Need & Do What I Want To Do,i.e. Finish Building My Show Car For THe Shows... Finish Building My House That I Lost For Me-
Finish Doing What I Always Wanted To Do Is Help Little Children-- Once Past 11 Years Old They Are Brain Dead!!! IT Takes Money $Millions$ That El Presidente Bush Spends At $50 Million Each Month To Get Sick Ass Re-Elected-F--king Asshole!
Says it all Mitzi..
Peter
pangs as a fitting analogy when your son left.A powerful
imaginative work that points out the true anguish of
the mothers soul at the separation from her beloved son.
o, i've missed you, girlfriend, you and your incredible writes! the imagery in this one is outstanding, as is the message of ancestral knowledge and power. BRAVA! i love love love the way you write--your words beg to be read and take the reader inside your heart
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)