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Jim Doss
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Post Number: 1683
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Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 8:19 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Family History


In this version of the myth
Niobe lost her own childhood,
not her children. Fate took

her father away in the middle
of the great depression, left
her mother impoverished,

relying on the ragged charity
of relatives for beans or collard greens
to satisfy six empty bellies that always

cried out for more. When kindness
ran its course, Niobe, her brothers
and sisters were dropped off

at the orphanage, where she
became mother to a hundred castoffs
before she had her first period.

Each day there were breakfasts, lunches,
and dinners to make, rooms to clean,
clothes to darn and pass down,

cows to milk, butter to churn,
cheese to store and age, corn to shuck
for mouths that couldn’t be filled.

At night Niobe folded the two cotton
dresses she owned into funeral pillows
to view the white body of the girl

she was when she stepped through the gates.
She taught the others to do the same,
to worship the day of their dying.

They grew up by her side, nourished
in the strength of her example,
came of age and left to enter

an outside world filled with alcoholism,
crime, promiscuity, or a twisted
righteousness of purpose.

Eventually she too left to bear
her own children, watch them
blossom into adulthood, schooled

in the myth of her creation. But
their childhoods withered,
hardened into diamonds

that carved a channel
of terrible beauty
wherever they traveled

waiting for the tears
which would not come to fill
their emptiness with meaning.



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Jim Doss
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Post Number: 1684
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Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 8:20 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Here is a very abreviated version of the Greek myth:

NIOBE

Amphion and Niobe had seven sons and seven daughters, in the usual version. Niobe was so proud of her fertility that she boasted that she was better than the goddess Leto, who had only two children, Apollo and Artemis. Leto told her children to avenge her, and they killed Niobe's children, Apollo shooting the males and Artemis the females. As for Amphion, he either was killed along with his children, committed suicide, or went mad and attacked Apollo's temple, where the god killed him with an arrow.

The grieving Niobe left Thebes and went to her father Tantalos in Asia Minor. Here she prayed to Zeus on Mount Sipylos and was changed to stone, from which her tears flow day and night.


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Denis M. Garrison
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Post Number: 407
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Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 9:32 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Hard to get happy after that!

Seriously though, fine work in this poem. The last three stanzas are killer!

bw,
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LJ Cohen
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Post Number: 2529
Registered: 07-2002
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 12:14 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Jim,
A chilling read and a beautiful one. You have done well here, relating the myth to a more modern family history.

Excellent job on the line breaks. especially this one:

Eventually she too left to bear

And the image of folding the dresses into a funeral pillows--chilling.

well done,
ljc


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Kathy Paupore
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Username: kathy

Post Number: 2222
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 3:03 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Jim, nicely done. I recall that myth from somewhere. Like what you've done with it here. Funeral pillows unique.

:-) K
Cary
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Post Number: 75
Registered: 07-2005
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 3:19 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Jim... So are you saying that Niobe is the product of Mythology and that this poem is giving her the courtesy of a mortal life? In the event that she is not real, I find the poem a blessing for any immortal since it is they who envy us. Even the hardships of The Great Depression would be bliss for them since they never understood how beautiful life is since they couldn't comprehend the lessons of impermanence.

Anyway, the ending is perfect and supports my interpretation even if you didn't mean it that way. Thanks for posting this.

Cary...
Jim Doss
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Post Number: 1687
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 3:35 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Denis,

I'll write something upbeat soon. :-)

Lisa,

Thanks for reading. All true, but cast in mythological terms.

Kathy,

Thanks for reading.

Cary,

Like the Eurydice poem of a couple of days ago, this is about my mother... cast in a mythological guise.... for the two great tragedies that color her life.

Jim


(Message edited by jimdoss on July 25, 2005)
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M
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Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 4:31 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

To tie mythology to a modern heroine was quite an undertaking, Jim, but you did it so very well. My only nit was that this reads more like prose. Prose poem?
M. Kathryn Black
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Post Number: 2598
Registered: 09-2002
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 5:04 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Jim, I thought this was wonderfully written, more of a narrative poem. Gosh, some people's lives are terribly sad aren't they? You did a great job tying this into the myth. Congrats on getting POTW.
Best, Kathryn
Emusing
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Post Number: 1357
Registered: 08-2003
Posted on Monday, July 25, 2005 - 9:44 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

I too felt the chill of the funeral pillows--what a dark surprise that was. One small idea is to begin with:

Niobe lost her own childhood,
not her children. Fate took...

Don't really think the first line is necessary. Let us consider whether it's true or not.

Reality with a mythical twist. Super read Jim!

E
Christopher T George
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Post Number: 1621
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Posted on Tuesday, July 26, 2005 - 6:28 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Hi Jim

Strong poem. Well done, Jim. The poem is relentless in its jaded view of life but all works splendidly. Great closing image. This is a keeper.

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Jim Doss
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Post Number: 1696
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Posted on Tuesday, July 26, 2005 - 8:48 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

M,

It is a bit prosy, intentionally. I'll look at it some more.

Kathryn,

It is a narrative poem. My mother's story, like Euridyce.

E,

You may be right about the first line. I needed that to get me going, but now that the poems is written it is probably not needed. The title is meant to be taken literally anyway.

Chris,

Thanks for your thoughts.

Jim
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Laurie Byro
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Username: lauriette

Post Number: 1121
Registered: 11-2003
Posted on Thursday, August 04, 2005 - 12:26 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

i really like deuridyce so much, I liked this, too.
I think it needs the narrative voice
good work jim and congrats

laurie

susan wiener
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Username: susie

Post Number: 130
Registered: 07-2004
Posted on Saturday, August 06, 2005 - 4:51 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

very well done.

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