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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4547 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Principle of Bone Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) In sleep, I go to grandmother’s cottage. Blueberry branches scratch my face and I can see the great turtle out in the cove. Her green back covered with my mother’s voice she will nibble your toes bring you under the waves, if you go out too far And I never understood too far, swam till my arms ached. Swam and waited for a great mouth to bring a small girl to a place of understanding. But we are here now, the mother has gone home to small babies with green tongues and you ask me to enter, this house, this house of my childhood. with a woman’s understanding. In dreams, I know these hands, my hands even though they are small-- unable to hold. In dreams I can speak to the child quietly, tell her which way to go. These are the principles of bones. If you extract marrow take white powder under scope. If you stop for a moment and observe, you will see exactly the place you began. |
