To All Of Those Who Made Me Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

To All Of Those Who Made Me

Rating: 4.9

Everything blooms in the mirror,
in stillwater eyes and cornsilk hair,
in the lamplight before the twilight
when all is asleep and unaware.
The past unfolds like origami,
like old love letters in roses bloom.
In black velvet deep, secrets to keep
tangle in tendrils, in skin, in room.

Phantom voices whisper of regret,
of sorrows born and dreams unfulfilled,
of a silent hell never to well,
and knuckled prayers by night now stilled.
Moth mother burned by too many flames
seeking the taste of forbidden fruit.
She dragged her pain behind smiles in vain.
Her empty hands begging, resolute.

Fallow father, golden leaf floating,
ever present in fountain of youth.
He was a shield on the battlefield,
a dissolution, a death in truth.
A regal remnant peering through mist,
he watched over the family tree;
and as I look, I too see him look.
He looks outward and onward through me.

Songbird sisters, a magpie and crow,
pleating the wind on a slant of sky
chasing their dreams on magic moonbeams
looking downward with their heads held high.
A chorus of birds lifts them in song.
The sun burns quickly into a smolder.
I close my eyes and soar through the skies.
In a blink, we are so much older.

Wine that was poured and pressed into me,
the sour grapes of lovers now past,
through thick and thin, they live in my skin,
a patchwork quilt unraveling fast.
All of these faces hang on the wall
down the hallway in back of my mind,
and I truly care for what is there
for what is near yet so far behind.

The one who loves me smiles when I smile.
He flirts with the wind and time and space.
He loves the lush of salient hush
and is the gusto to all my grace.
He is ruggedly rough and handsome
with the earth in the palm of his hands.
He is an offering, a blessing,
and a comfort to all life demands.

A Clay Street girl and a Church Street girl,
I am a woman of Sunnymeade.
A sappy thing, I cry when I sing.
I am a human; and yes, I bleed.
Everything blooms in the mirror.
All things return to where they should be.
Let everything fall, tears and all,
to weep for all of those who made me.

To All Of Those Who Made Me
Harley White 23 December 2017

Excellently crafted lyrical journey and tribute to those who helped you become who are and how you got there, with many lovely haunting lines....

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Jette Blackstone 23 December 2017

Linda, Im so grateful you shared your poetry here. This poem is a music being of such beauty! There are too many lines in here that resonated with me that I can't point all of them out. I think my favorite was'Songbird sisters, a magpie and crow, / pleating the wind on a slant of sky.' The images and the use of certain verbs gave the poem a bit of magic and movement. And a poem that is an ODE to the people you love is priceless.

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Anil Kumar Panda 23 December 2017

A great poem worth reading again again and remembering as the best in recent time. Wonderful. Congrats.

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Great Poem 23 December 2017

After a long time I read such a touching poem, simply great by all means. Congrats!

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Tom Allport 23 December 2017

a superb poem on reflection of being and seeing the importance of family and friends? .............wonderfully written Linda

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Mahtab Bangalee 22 February 2020

A Clay Street girl and a Church Street girl, I am a woman of Sunnymeade. A sappy thing, I cry when I sing. I am a human; and yes, I bleed..../// greatly written and the title made this poem praiseworthy; thanks for sharing

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Bharati Nayak 21 February 2020

The poem mesmerized me from beginning to the end.Life it is.We have to look back and so many people and events that have made us what we are! Many tears and many laughters.A great poem of life, thanks for sharing.

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William Phenn 10 March 2018

Such a beautiful poem emitting from such beautiful lips, like songs upon prevailing winds. Bravo!

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Muzahidul Reza 24 December 2017

To All Of Those Who Made Me, the significance of the poem is seen in the title well, congrats and thanks for sharing the poem with us

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Christina Simmons: 23 December 2017

Wonderful poem. Though filled with regrets also have some fond memories of loss love. An absolute joy to read. Much blessings. Congratulation for the recognition of your blest poem.

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