My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
...
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How do you learn to spell? Blood, sky & the sun, your own name first, your first naming, your first name, your first word... wonderful. tony
I felt a deep sense of expression in your poem. It is thoughtful. Swaroopa Rani
A very powerful poem.Let me quote, 'I return to the story of the woman caught in the war & in labour, her thighs tied together by the enemy so she could not give birth.'---In all ages, attempts have been made to choke the voices of women in various ways.