Every time it happens, I swell a little more,
Collapsing, too, out and in, harmonic,
Lilting song of love and loss, like Janus looking forward and back.
I was greater once, and lesser too, before you emerged on a spring tide,
Proud of my strength that waning now, waxes within you,
Surpassing me, the satellite shadowing the sun,
Effulgent as I dim, and grieve, and rejoice.
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Authors note: I originally published this with no explanatory note, after a conversation with my partner in which we both agreed that no one would think these were my views, it was sufficiently over the top for it to be evidently a caricatured collection of some of the "microaggressive" things that can be said by people of one race to those of another. And lets be clear, I had in mind a white man talking to a black man in a country in which white is the majority. I wrote this after a conversation I had at work about the idea of microaggressions, in which we thought about who they were micro for - for the speaker, each of these comments may feel "micro", for the receiver, maybe not. I chose some of these lines carefully and deliberately, most of them are things I have heard said. But I wanted to come back and make absolutely clear that this is not a poem representing my views. We thought I didn't need to, but perhaps its not actually so very over the top as a caricature. Perhaps its a little too close to the bone. Perhaps that I would assume otherwise is in itself an illustration of my privilege.
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Ooh EFFULGENT! what an excellent word!
I just wrote a poem that echoes how popularity and fame ebbs, flow, wanes and such the likes. This is along the same lines, new life, growth, freedom of the ones you nurtured, watching them grow and fly the coop. Happy, sad and proud we are. Lovely sentiments.
aw, Hannah, as parents we know this too well. It's part of it all...magical, happy and sad. I also love how the last line directly ties in with the title. Clever and poignant. Beautiful, Hannah!
Awww, this was so emotional and touching. Loved your Acrostic!
Poignant, and feels achingly real Hannah. I really like “I was greater once, and lesser too”, and the idea of loss and love mixed. You cleverly throw in a few images with the push/pull or rise/fall idea too🤗
Beautiful entry! Incredible work , Hannah! 💌
When our children begin to eclipse us it’s so many things. Happy, beautiful, natural and heartbreaking. Lovely poem, Hannah!
Wow. One of my faves I've seen for the challenge. This was an incredible take. Well done.
Perfect punch in my parental gut.