it never mattered
what it said
in those books.
it never mattered
that we moved on,
that we tore out those pages,
blacked the ink,
burned them,
reprinted cleansed
on new paper
from new trees
the same old stories
new told.
what mattered is what
we could not unhear.
it was in songs that steadied
and lulled our pulse,
made us forget.
it was the unspoken
in every fairy tale
that wrote lesser than
in our blood,
it was the words
we never heard
that shaped our bones
into women.
hush now – daughters
of the earth
old anger deafens us –
the stones are speaking our stories
listen.
Love the energy of this one!
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Oh my word! So much emotion again….these poems of yours are for quiet contemplation, designed to cause deep thinking and introspection Lindi-Ann. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading Chantal, and for your kind words.
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I am hoping that we listen to those stones ~
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