Hazel Seas (poem) by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin on AuthorsDen

Hazel Seas
by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin → (All Poetry by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin)
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Lately, my cousins and I have been discussing the possibility of a family reunion, except no one has any money. I have been exploring with them the idea a of a joint memoir. So I've been thinking about my grandparents. My paternal grandparents were from Russia. Ok, some kindly reviewers are trying to help me copy in single space, as originally typed. I appreciate that so much. For now, though....
HAZEL SEAS Who knows what they felt, staring from a rank deck, giant rudder ready to shuttle them across an unknown sea, abandoning all they knew, including, mercifully, hell's hawkish hand chronically clutching a shoulder for worshiping the wrong God the wrong way? I remember my grandmother, not well, mainly that she was short and round, had a strange crinkled nose -- cancer, I later learned -- seemed incalculably old. She bustled around the table in a small Tennessee home, making sure, in her Jewish mother way, that everyone got too much to eat. Decades later I discovered a framed picture of her, all of that white cotton-candy hair wavy, goldenrod, hanging to the waist. She had been beautiful, hale, hopeful. My snaggle-toothed daughter sports my grandmother's blue-gray eyes, laughs through their steadfastness, sails forward through ancient hazel seas. Copyright Julianza Shavin 2009

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on March 18, 2009

A lovely piece, Julianza. Great title! Love the daughter-grandmother connection, the eyes of years reappearing. A very harmonious, song-filled capture of moments of minutes, stretched into eternity. I wonder if 'that' counts, sometimes, in the scheme of life-and-death.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on March 17, 2009

Julie, in addition to all the technical skill (the
beautiful alliteation, for example) there's a lot
of love in your pen. -gene.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I can relate to what you express even though I never got to know my grandparents at all. Your poem makes me think of my father leaving all he knew in France and taking a chance on here. I'm glad he did. Love and best wishes to you, Juli.

Regis

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 16, 2009

there is such richness of expression here Julianza -- but more,there is love oozing from every carefully chosen descriptor for your grandparents -- I am impressed with the love that shines through -- certainly for me -- the most impressive of your works -- it is the place where you should root your very talented writing -- I dearly loved and enjoyed it -- peace and love to you -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Felix Perry

It is so insightful for us to look back at our origins and the hardshhips that our forfathers and mothers lived through in order that future generations would have a better life. You captured that well. Powerful write Jules...

hugs
Fee

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Julianza,

Your grandmother comes alive in rich imaged lines - so beautifully penned, I felt as if she were mine, too - you were blessed to have her in your life - she lives on in your pen. Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Great poem,I enjoy reading it,take care

Edwin