Poem of the Week - Two for the Price of One

Kids, I am excited to be bringing back the Poem of the Week series. This will normally be whatever poem really knocks my socks off in any given week. This week, a poem by Myrna Rosa at Daily Spirit caught at my heart. Myrna is a traveler with a very large heart of her own, as you will see in this poem. Below Myrna's poem is a second gem, by Timoteo. Why choose? We can enjoy BOTH! 

A VISIT TO MOTHER-IN-LAW

A person needs just a little space to live.

Her tiny room is dark, lifeless.

Pictures “adorn” every inch of wall.

Jesus bleeds.

His mother and the saints suffer.

“There’s nothing good to eat here.  Look at that ugly thing they brought me.” 

She points to an innocent piece of chocolate cake,

that I’d gladly devour if I lived in her space,

I think.

I let her believe I’m kind to bring her homemade fish.

It makes her happier than to know what is

fast food – she never approved.

And why does she eat corn flakes with every meal?

Because she can

still possess feedom’s ghost.

Only ghosts willingly see her now.

Really.

Willingly.

Obligation mixed with love makes me visit.

But truth is truth,

most times, I’d rather not go.

Not because I fear the ghosts,

or Jesus’ painfully tortured look,

his mother’s and other martyrs’

portrayal of absence – no heaven on earth.

But I must fear… something.

There is certainty in her eyes.

She gives me five little packets of graham crackers she’d saved,

and a little bracelet someone made.

I leave contemplating her little place,

knowing

to live or die, 

we need just a little space.

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Isn't this poem touching? Thanks, Myrna, for being a part of our community. 

I already had this set to go when Timoteo at Catnip sprang his fantastic poem Kiss From the Clouds on the blogosphere. I simply have to include it here in case some of you may have missed it. Way to write, Timo!

She was a woman from Jakarta
the mistress of a Cardinal
and she painted lonely landscapes
on her journey to the sea

A child of the east
a woman of the west
she loves only what is forbidden
standing naked in the courtyard of a country church
where you have followed her from the tourist bus
dark angel beseeching heaven
for a sign from her departed lover

And you know that you can touch her
but she has already told you
that sex is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion

And she has told you that her lover
had said that when he is dead
he will send her a kiss from the clouds
and you turn your face skyward

And you know that you can possess her
but she has already told you
that life is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion

And she has told you that joy and sorrow are both impostors
and that joy is born from exultation in the moment
and sorrow in a morn when the moment has passed

And you know that you can kill her
but she has already told you
that death is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion

And the rain comes like music divinely orchestrated
and your tears come like the muse
unexpected but greatly appreciated
and the colors of the rainbow explode inside your head
as she transmogrifies into a vision of the Madonna

And transcends into heaven

And you wonder who will pick the shrapnel from your eyes
as the rain sends you a kiss from the clouds

She was a woman from Jakarta
the mistress of a Cardinal
and she painted lonely landscapes
on her journey to the sea 

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Wow. Just so good.  Come back next week, kids, as we will be featuring a Blog of the Week. (I love this! So much fun!)