[Stylist] poem for reading and comment

[Ann Chiappetta]

Hi Richard-

Thanks for the comments. It is about  me.   

Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.

Making Meaningful ConnectionsThrough Media 

914.393.6605 USA

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Man, I like everything about this one!

The imagery, the wording and the tie into real-world events.

Clear but abstract enough to stir the universal spirit.

Beautifully done Ann.

Just out of curiosity is that you, afriend relative or someone you know or read about.

The insights are pretty deep and personal me thinks.

Richard R. Thomas

 

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Love this, Annie! 

 

"Sun's doctrine" and "bronzed me fearless" - such vivid imagery.

 

Reminiscent of Joy Harjo.

 

Thank you for sharing!

 

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Subject: [Stylist] poem for reading and comment 

 

When I thought we were kin

By Ann Chiappetta

 

Folks called me Snow Baby

A Native likeness

Bold face, plentiful hair, 

Almond-shaped eyes 

The whispers of a grandmother’s affair 

 

When I thought we were kin

I sang, delighted by the sun’s doctrine 

And then was Betrayed by  a false treaty named  Divorce

And Entered a Brave New World

Where second hand and thrift.

Bronzed me fearless.

 

Later, when being kin seemed impossible

And  probable, depending on who  was asked

I believed it Despite the 

eventual proof offered with a cheek swab or mail-order saliva.

 

I live, love, thrive, fight, endure 

grieve, Grind my spirit into the earth and Heavens, 

and listen to  the messages in the wind  

and hear from the song in my heart’s blood, of what is to come

Because I still believe in kin.

 

 

Ann M. Chiappetta, M.S.

Making Meaningful ConnectionsThrough Media 

914.393.6605 USA

Anniecms64 at gmail.com <mailto:Anniecms64 at gmail.com> 

All things Annie: www.annchiappetta.com <http://www.annchiappetta.com>  

 

 

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