Through a solitary window one mile from the sea

the breeze blew a leaf the last from a tree

yet still it stood proudly unwavering true

defiantly stripped to remind me of you


of the battles you fought some lost and some won

and the lessons you taught to a waywardly son

that even when life takes us down to the bone

if you stand up for something your never alone

◄ in extremis

Angel ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 4th Dec 2018 10:08

Hi all,

I really didn't expect to be writing Mother poems, it wasn't entirely my intention.

I like the matriachal concept of strength because it is centred around love, whereas patriachal strength generally focusses on physical prowess.

I visited Treptower Park Russian Military Cemetary a few years ago and was stuck by the images of power reflected in the statues there. The men where mostly weilding swords looking all conquering, whilst Mother Russia was positioned at the entrance to the cemetary looking upon all her fallen sons with great sadness and loss. I think that image deserves some contemplation and maybe some readjustment on how we all should behave and not necessarily conform to type.


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 3rd Dec 2018 16:57

Hi Beno,

Thanks pal. Punctuation, I can take it or leave it. Sometimes it seems necessary if the text Is tricky for the reader. Occasionally when the lines are fairly simply and I have an audio track it seems ok to leave the text undressed. I think the presence of the audio track can encourage me to let the reader work a bit.

As for mothers and intention, they teach by mere presence often. I was thinking of a woman stripped of her dignity by illness but refusing to be any different, simply to glow with love even in the darkest of times. Which is so often how mothers behave and influence their children. Thank goodness for a mothers love. Sadly it isn't exclusively so, but mostly so.

This is for women I think and not specifically mothers, life would be much darker without them.

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Mon 3rd Dec 2018 15:03

Utterly moving and simple. A poem about self respect, which creeps in from the writing and envelops the subject.


Kate G

Mon 3rd Dec 2018 13:21

Beautiful Wolfgar, descriptive yet wonderfully restrained.

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 3rd Dec 2018 09:39

Love the image of the last leaf then the bare tree still standing. What a love poem to mothers everywhere.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 3rd Dec 2018 06:38

Mothers..the constant in our lives. Lovely poem. Softly flowing rhythm, expressive and strong. 💕

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Mon 3rd Dec 2018 05:57

Another lovely poem Wolfgar.
Interesting how the waywardly son is still influenced from example.
Wonder if that was her intension, or if she ever realised she had such a positive influence.
I think any child can go through difficult spells and as a parent you should just stay they course, and be consistent in your values. Then hope for the best.
It obviously worked for this mum.
Can I ask you why you have little punctuation, ect. I've not noticed in your work before. It is still very easy to read despite the lack of it.
Again, lovely poem which I enjoyed very much. Flows lovely with the magic wolfgar rhythm and rhyme.

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