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We are familiy! I’ve got all my siblings with ME! Tara Hoger enters our contest
Mar
Third Place Winner
in Dozen Roses Contest
(Here, in a lighter moment, Derek, Gary, Diana and the-editor-in-chief express dismay that our Valentine’s Day contest is over, with but four or five entries remaining to be posted–or maybe this is the menage a Tara Hoger? Or maybe it’s the band Giselle Nu?)
Good Morning, Literati, from the snow-dusted towers that are A Word with You Press!
Fellow Muscovite Tara Hoger (with whom I have yet to share a pint of coffee or a cup of Sam Adams with a slice of lime) has entered our contest A Dozen Roses from a Single Thorn: A Valentine’s Day Love Story.
New to the site? The only binding (aahhhh! bondage!) requirement for the contest other than word count was that somewhere within the story must be the phrase: but it was only a rumor.
Here is a rather cryptic tale with a futuristic feel to it.
Here, from developing writer and artist/musician Tara Hoger is
The Boys of Fate
by Tara Hoger
They say
(with sneers)
that her children come from three different men
But if it was only a rumor
The truth could not be told
What they do not know
Is the power of family
The power of the four
The boys, each, are warriors
of Peace, Mercy and Love
From the time of the reptilian brain to the new dawn of cybernetics
the children are ensconced in a world of oceanic love
They eat of flowers and walk through the
Fire
Unscathed
Their mother is
Enough
To hold them together
Even in the times
She herself
Thought she would crack
It is through her new skin they are born
It is through her tongue they speak
It is through this life they walk
United
She has traveled through time to collect their souls
They have volunteered their service
The confusion is only from the deaf ears
Disconnected from the song of the earth
The heartbeats out of sync
With pulse
That cynicism exists
Love is immortal
Transcendant
There is no bank of time
Capitalizing on fear
Notions of Karma
and Beasts of Burden
We churn contents through the bowels
of empty divine
Peace is not known until Surrender
Imminent
Behold
My warrior children
I speak to you from sinews
Marrow
Bone that is fragments of dust from far reaches of worlds we no longer know
I speak to you in vibrations
That you feel
Understand
Your cells are in mine
I bathe in your essence each day
I love you beyond this world
And because of
This world
This beautiful
Mundane
Spiritual
Place
We call home
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“They walk through the fire unscathed”
Spirit dance around the fire and into the sky of transcendence. The flowing cadence matches the words moving in stepped up beats whether phrases or singular word one right after another. Very, very well written with a depth of emotional ties.
“We churn contents through the bowels of empty divine.” I have thought about this since I read your entry last night. I felt your writing coming from a thousand points of light. Much to consider abd behold, much to enjoy.
What can I say…truly impressive! Who are you? This was written is such a way that elicits a depth and breath of deeper wisdom….so much lurks beneath the surface of what roles we play…”I am I your child this time, or your mother, or your evil stepfather?” The list goes on as the world we know goes on” Thanks for a provocative countenance…a surreal and so real chance to take pause. I think many of us will consider your entry even in our dreams.
Bam. There’s the line that makes this story charge forward like a heard of Buffalo.”The mother is enough to hold them together, even in times she herself thought she would crack.” the Love for her warrior children made her the empress of beauty and leading them to the love of this spiritual place. Any judgement before melts away, because truly peace is not known until surrender. So many golden nuggets in this tale Tara.
Tara, If you’d be so kind. I would love to send this to my sister who is in the hospital. She’s had a rough road and can relate to this very well. kkatz@san.rr.com
thank you to you each for the beautiful comments and that you felt it. Kyle, yes, I sent you email. much love. t
Nice piece Tara. I missed it’s original posting, but now have read it and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Tara, the gift you’ve given me with this piece is the emotional tone, the embodiment of love. A current of physical bloodline runs through it: cells, sinew, marrow. Although we don’t know the backstory, I can tell it is written by a mother, one who has housed miraculous beings in her body and who always will be connected to them, closer than to anyone else, even after they grow up.
Lovely!