Summary:\u00a0 Three poems in the voice of Adam Cartwright. Published here in honor of the March Poetry Challenge though they have been individually posted elsewhere previously.<\/p>\n
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Sometimes<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes I wonder<\/em> Sometimes I dream <\/em> Sometimes I think of Marie<\/em> <\/p>\n Scars<\/strong><\/p>\n Scars<\/em> Scars <\/em> Scars<\/em> <\/p>\n My Brother<\/strong><\/p>\n My brother\u2019s eyes were truly blue<\/em> My brother\u2019s smile was river wide<\/em> My brother\u2019s hands were always strong<\/em> My brother\u2019s spirit was gentle <\/em> <\/p>\n Tags: \u00a0<\/strong>Adam Cartwright, Angst, Grief<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Summary: Three poems in the voice of Adam Cartwright. Publish here in honor of the March Poetry Challenge though they have been individually posted elsewhere previously. <\/p>\n rating: k+word count: 302<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":143,"featured_media":376,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"template-full-width-post.php","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_members_access_role":[],"_members_access_error":""},"categories":[1005,9],"tags":[829],"class_list":["post-20275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-adam-cartwright","category-poetry","tag-wpdc","wpcat-1005-id","wpcat-9-id"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/02\/coming-soon-4.jpg?fit=320%2C240&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/143"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20275"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20275\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAbout my mother <\/em>
\nImagine her face, her form, and her dress<\/em>
\nWonder if the sound of her voice <\/em>
\nHeld the lilt of her laughter<\/em>
\nDid her smile dance in her eyes<\/em>
\nDid she dream\u00a0of the man <\/em>
\nI would be<\/em>
\nWould the man that I am surprise<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOf my mama<\/em>
\nEven feel the touch of her hand<\/em>
\nGet wrapped in the warmth of her laughter<\/em>
\nKnow she loved me <\/em>
\nFrom first sight to last<\/em>
\nThen the dream goes from joy to longing<\/em>
\nAs memory fades into today<\/em>
\nMan and boy I ache for the past<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOf before and after I learned <\/em>
\nI could love her<\/em>
\nShudder at the times I pushed her away<\/em>
\nSee the bond that we forged with hot fire<\/em>
\nKnow the things that she brought to my life<\/em>
\nThe way she is here still in my brother <\/em>
\nAnd I wish that I could now tell her<\/em>
\nI am glad that Pa made her his wife<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOn my hands<\/em>
\nBroken metal<\/em>
\nSlipping knife<\/em>
\nBurning ember<\/em>
\nInconsequential<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOn my back<\/em>
\nFalling beam<\/em>
\nClawing bear<\/em>
\nVengeful bullet<\/em>
\nSurvivable<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOn my heart<\/em>
\nUnknown mother <\/em>
\nLost mama<\/em>
\nDeparted loves<\/em>
\nNever healing<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNot like water or flame but sky<\/em>
\nNow when I look heavenward<\/em>
\nBlue makes me long to cry<\/em><\/p>\n
\nHis laughter a thunder\u2019s roll<\/em>
\nNow to hear someone that\u2019s merry<\/em>
\nTears the fabric of my soul<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMore than any I ever knew<\/em>
\nHis love was even stronger still<\/em>
\nThat\u2019s what I\u2019m clinging to<\/em><\/p>\n
\nOften he took my wrath away<\/em>
\nDear God, help me to forgive You<\/em>
\nSo I can join my brother someday<\/em><\/p>\n