Bora born
Step back _
Relationships fracture, sense lets go in a
nebulous tired about face, safe out of range.
Groomed backgrounds lay in wait carefully prepared
by the mother, her brood cultured in her ways.
For half a lifetime the waiting game's been played
patience a virtue never in short supply.
Now let go, the patience gone, sometimes children
under her foot forever beguiled as one.
Too many times bridges rebuilt, a pattern
kept alive, the eldest must hear her story.
And she did, the messenger now the door mat
rebuked, his job done he leaves them in their peace
the self-righteous raptured up in air brushed clouds.
- O -
© 20th may 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
nebulous tired about face, safe out of range.
Groomed backgrounds lay in wait carefully prepared
by the mother, her brood cultured in her ways.
For half a lifetime the waiting game's been played
patience a virtue never in short supply.
Now let go, the patience gone, sometimes children
under her foot forever beguiled as one.
Too many times bridges rebuilt, a pattern
kept alive, the eldest must hear her story.
And she did, the messenger now the door mat
rebuked, his job done he leaves them in their peace
the self-righteous raptured up in air brushed clouds.
- O -
© 20th may 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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