Hands touch



daughters
a miracle
of laughter and light
heart turns at every breathe she takes
my life

letters
from faraway
another time and place
arrived late, it was truly fate
timely

hands touch
moment captured
the whole world disappears
is this my serendipity
joy luck

my life. timely. joy luck.



ma fille
à sa naissance
oui, le monde disparaît
mon sérendipité, le mien
ma vie




words by ninotaziz. all rights reserved

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I reread a letter my mother sent to me when I was eighteen today.
A poem dedicated to mothers and daughters
For dVerse, hosted by Tony Maude and Poets United


54 comments:

  1. Sweet poetry they each tell a little story.

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    1. Thank you, Björn. I am glad. Though inter-linked, I wanted each cinquan to be able to stand on its own.

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  2. nice memory..made me think of my own daughter so far a way at the moment...smiles

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    1. I know she is, Claudia. I feel the nostalgia thinking of my three daughters who are pursuing their studies and has to be away from me.

      At least I have two little ones at home. They grow up so suddenly!

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  3. There is nothing like the bond between mothers and daughters, down through the generations - the matrilineal line........I love the joy and delight you take in your beautiful and talented daughters. And how wonderful to have a letter your mother wrote you when you, too, were a girl.

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    1. Hi Sherry! You above all know how I adore my little girls - some not so little anymore.

      I am lucky that letter survived airmail halfway across the world, and back, numerous moving house, decades of refiling!

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  4. smiles...really cool....i def like the first...kids can be such a joy....and how cool on a letter delayed, yet still being timely...smiles...nice set ninot

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    1. Thank you Brian. It is a poem of love - not so much creativity. Have to work on that soon.

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  5. Beautiful. I enjoyed all of them, but I felt strongly the one about a daughter. There is something so very special about a (good) mother-daughter relationship!

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    1. Is there such a thing, Mary? A good mother daughter relationship I mean. I call it turbulent, topsy turvy and tiltillating sometimes...:)

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  6. That flowed very nicely. I think it's harder to keep a life this flowing stanza after stanza. The reduction of syllables at the end make it hard--in my humble opinion. But you nailed it.

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    1. Thank you Jessica. I do not think I have ever tried the cinquain before, but I have seen it here and there. I agree with Tony that the last line is crucial - something I find hard too.

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  7. Those letters are precious ~ Reading them again makes you hear the mother's voice ~ Lovely cinquain ~

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    1. Hi Grace! Yes, I have kept her letters all this while. She is seventy now, and still the very strict mother, correcting our English all the time, yet such a gentle grandmother as all grandmothers are!

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  8. I like the last one..and the joy, luck...international flavor again;)

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    1. The last stanza refers to how it all seems like such a fantastic coincidence - this love. And reference to Amy Tan's book. Thank you Katy...

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  9. I love it when hands are involved.

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  10. And again, in two languages. Amazing.
    Love the way in which you use the word serendipity with all its musicality.

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  11. Great story here. Love your gentle images.

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    1. Hi Buddah Moskowitz! I love dVerse too. Magpietales. Poets United.

      I owe my new found love for poetry to Magpietales. Not so long ago.

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  12. "Daughters" is delightful! love it!

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    1. Dear Kim,
      This is my celebration of womanhood. Thank you dear.

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  13. ...all of these are gems to keep Ninot... i really enjoyed reading each of your cinquains... i like most in particular the second one... it has captured the essence of waiting back in time when the art of writing letters was still rich & widely excercised... smiles...

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    1. Letters. Times are of course different mow. I just bought 10 stamps so that my daughters can write some letters this weekend. Maybe to their grandmother.

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  14. Love this! I have two daughters and love the dearly.

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  15. so poignant and lovingly written - especailly like the late arriving letter - beautiful - K

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  16. Ninot Ma'am!
    I would have loved to receive something from Mom! My late Mom could write only her name after attending adult classes. It was such a big thing for her. How I miss her! Your verses bring back those wonderful moments! Nicely!

    Hank

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    1. Dear Sir Hank. My grandmother (late) taught as those adult schools. We see women becoming stronger and stronger - but are we wiser today?

      My mother's letter was five pages long. She can really write.

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  17. Lovely - I have daughters too! And your letter one is very intriguing. Thanks much for your kind and helpful comments to my own blog. And thanks for these. Daughters really are a miracle. (I'm sure sons are too, but i have daughters!) k.

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    1. You and I the same. We have daughters. Enjoy your time in India!

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  18. So beautiful! I love the first one, it feels like how I feel about my daughter...how lucky we are that there are daughters. I really enjoyed this read.

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  19. a delayed letter still arriving when most needed.... nice

    and the relationship of parent/child is very special.

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    1. Can be turbulent , and precious at the same time.

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  20. Yes, I'm not the verse adder on(er). But on a more serious note, a beautiful poem. Lovely. Daughters are very special in everyway they stay in touch with us and us with them.

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    1. Not the ONLY, I meant to type/

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    2. I hear you Henry! Thanks for being here...

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  21. wow! so near yet so far....to be within touch again...seemingly. such is the warmth of letters!

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  22. These are lovely Ninot, and each of them stands perfectly well on its own. Together they are beautiful. I like the letters one best, but it's a very close call.

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    1. Thank you Tony. We are going to write real letters today. And post them.

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  23. oh, what a heartfelt, gorgeous poem for your daughter - I like both the French and the English version - very different!

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    1. Thank you Marina Sofia. I am still reaching to shatter the glass ceiling, but...

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  24. Beautifully done.

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  25. le monde disparaît
    This is a magic we all live for -- the vanishing

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    1. I am not sure about that Sabio. Mais, merci beaucoup...

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  26. Ninotaz, first, thank you for commenting on my blog. I can see the French influence here and so wonder if you have encountered Ja M'appelle Barbra...

    This is a touching, heartfelt poem. My mom was my best friend in many ways, and my daughter and I are very close. It's a special bond... what magic! Thank you, I'm going to call Riley now! Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/15/mama-needs-a-brand-new-bag-a-barlette/

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    1. I must check out Je M'appelle Barbra. We are lucky to have our Mums. I was just discussing a new plot for a historical novel with her today.

      Call her! Today I met my daughter's boyfriend and best friend. She's so grown up!

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