Grammy takes the clothes pin, and she runs it across the metal line. The wire hinge on the two wooden pegs connects with the line, and a screech of metal on metal fills the hot humid Missouri morning. Grammy’s strawberry bonnet bobs up and down in time as she moves the clothes pin, back and forth across the line. “Listen” she says, turning towards me, her Cherokee eyes are laughing, “it’s talking in tongues”. “I don’t hear it”, I say, I’m lying on the damp grass, holding a weed Tom Sawyer like between my teeth. “It’s a spirit tongue” she says her eyes dancing and then beginning to float. “You have to listen”, she says. And my Grammy, my precious, precious Grammy goes away
My dreams I think are like puzzles, each piece moving, to find its place, and just like the vision I had last night, I’m eleven once again, listening to Karen Carpenter, make love to me in grace. And Grammys there before dawns morning light, her words float by my face, she’s teaching me about things up above, the languages most of my life I cannot face. And she speaks before I can acknowledge, her words leaving marks behind my face. She’s a witness from a fallen race. She instills love in tongues of the angels, speaking beyond hearing and place. This dream I think it’s symphonic, retired to such a place. The world going round, what’s lost but then found, an old woman’s wisdom, I can’t replace.
She turns her simple blue dress blurring, the world has grown so still, listen she breathes, her fingers interweaved, and in tongues I believe we are chaste. For listen to what the storm tells you, put your ear to rocks and the land, and when the time comes, touch metal, climb rungs, and listen until you have found your perfect place.
I awake upon this new day, the tenth of September, sixteen, but it’s still seventy-two the languages, not new, the tongues still whispering away. I think of all that has happened, with so many voices inside. I’m going to decide, my fate has arrived, I’m going to talk in tongues till I hear. I’ll listen to what the storm tells me, my ear I’ll put to the rock, and the land, and when the time comes, I’ll touch metal, climb rungs, and listen to what my Grammy said, I’ll listen to what she said.
“It’s a spirit tongue” she says her eyes dancing and then beginning to float. “You have to listen”, she says. And my Grammy, my precious, precious Grammy goes away. – 09.10.2016 -דָּנִיֵּאל
Daniel this is beautiful, poetic,surreal and one of your best yet. I loved it. What a special life you have.
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Thank you Ruby. Once again I really appreciate you reading and your wonderful comments. Have a great day.
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You are very welcome. I always look forward to your post!!! Whats next? 😉
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Not sure will have to dream on it… 😉
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Dream quickly! 🙂
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I loved this Daniel! My favorite line, “I’m going to talk in tongues till I hear.”. Thank you for another wonderful read.
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Thank you Heather for reading, I really appreciate it. 🙂
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Your very welcome! 🙂
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I love Diane Birch, and your writing is beautiful.
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Thank you Donna. I am a fan of Ms. Birch’s music as well.
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Your words went so well with the song.
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Beautiful prose Daniel!
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Thank you Jane.
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Your welcome! 🙂
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Grammy sounds wonderful. This was delightful.
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Thank you Karen. Grammy was a wonder… 😉
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Lucky fella you are. 🙂
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Daniel, I enjoyed every word, stunning. Dreams like this are a beautiful gift, memories of moments. The whispers are always there, it’s true, you just need to listen. Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
~ Mia
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Thank you Mia for a wonderful comment. I always value your insight, and yes indeedy I will continue to listen to the whispers. Take care. Davniel
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You’re welcome Daniel, and thank you.
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Your dream imagery is so full of beauty. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Than you Tansy.
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Your welcome. 🙂
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Outstanding!!!
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Thank you so much Colette. 😊
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You write such intensive prose, each word wonderful, and full of meaning. I loved this. Thank you. 🙂
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Thank you, I really appreciate your taking the time to read and comment on my post.
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This is an incredible write Daniel. I enjoyed it very much.
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Thank you Wang for an encouraging comment.
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Your welcome, your prose is often encouraging to me!
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What a wonderful dream! Your Grammy must of been incredibe! ❤
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Thank you Regina, she was a super lady.
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You have so many great lines in this. Your vision is so present when you write. I felt as if I was there.
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Thank you. I am really happy you enjoyed it.
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Keep listening, Daniel!!
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Thank you Jen, I plan on it. 😉
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(((Holding you and enfolding you in warmest prayers, Danny brother)))
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Thank you Leon, and I you! 🙂
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Love this! ❤
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Thank you.
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YW!
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Put your ears to the rocks and the land … One of the many impressive parts to this beautiful ethereal piece. Excellent Daniel 💙
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Thank you Jenny. I really appreciate your comment. Hope your day is a wonderful one. 🙂
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Welcome Daniel, a quiet one today 💙
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Absolutely stunning piece, Daniel. My grammy (baba) hung her laundry on a line with clothes pegs. I’d ask “can I do that” She’d say “when you get bigger”. I’d wish with my eyes. Then she’d say, let’s go inside. I’ll teach you to make pies! To this day I have never tasted a pie better than the ones I make.
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Thank you my friend for such a wonderful comment, and story about your Baba. I want some pie! 😉
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LOL!!! 😀
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