My Fathers sit on benches
their flesh counts every plank
the slats leave dents of darkness
deep in their withered flanks.
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They nod like broken candles all waxed and burnt profound they say 'It's understanding that makes the world go round.' a great poem. wonderful images. tony
I understand their meaning it could and did derive from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. They kept my race alive. a wonderful poem. tony
from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. /// the ending life of one brave hero cause of living or lives of thousands of people peacefully
A remarkabetouching poem. While nobody wants to live the life of slavery and subservience the power to endure and survive is remarkable in humans. A hope for better future survives all hardship.
Beautifully expressed rhyming poem that highlights those previous generations of people who have had an influence on her and her race. Nicely done. : -)
Seven stanzas full of life experiences, history and background information in in-depth philosophy about how their ancestors had been, a subtle reference to worse times in the earliest days of her ancestors and the existence of her father. An excellent poem by the poetess, who wrote excellent poems about how her ancestors survived and kept her race alive. CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen as the Modern Poem Of The Day. A 10
They used the finest cunning their naked wits and wiles... They've laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through their dreams... and then the poem ending ...living on the edge of death... lovely expressions in this 'Song for the Old Ones'.
Their naked wits and wiles! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
There in those pleated faces I see the auction block the chains and slavery's coffles the whip and lash and stock. the whip and lash........ full of feelings. tony
This is a beautiful poem the way she incorporates fear, sadness, anguish, hope and optimism all in one poem is just brilliant.
I understand their meaning it could and did derive from living on the edge of death They kept my race alive. Great work dear poet.
Slavery has, indeed, left a grim mark on history and this poem's graphical portrayal of it is very real.
They nod like broken candles all waxed and burnt profound they say 'It's understanding that makes the world go round.' a very fine poem of Maya