yasmeen
i was born at the rupture the root where i split from my parallel self  i split from the girl i also could have been & her name / easy / i know the story all her life / my mother wanted a girl named for a flower whose oil scents all our mothers / petals wrung for their perfume | i was planted land became ocean became land anew its shape refusing root in my fallow mouth cleaving my life neatly & my name / taken from a dead woman to remember / to fill an aperture with cut jasmine in a bowl our longing our mothers’ wilting garlands hanging from our necks |
The formatting is far from perfect (it shouldn't really be in a table...) but this is the best I could do on DW. Here is the poet performing the piece.
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Date: 2020-11-10 11:17 am (UTC)An interesting idea that it should have the phrases in a table. So the phrases become disjointed and you can read them in alternative order I'm guessing?
I know so little about poetry. I think that probably, like art, it's what you make of it all yourself. Everyone finds their own meaning.
On the second reading, I thought of the earth, Gaia, only because some of the ideas lean my mind there.
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Date: 2020-11-11 05:45 pm (UTC)I know so little about poetry. I think that probably, like art, it's what you make of it all yourself. Everyone finds their own meaning.
Very true! And I can definitely see the Gaia imagery.
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Date: 2020-11-10 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-11 05:45 pm (UTC)