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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 19, 2021 22:06:26 GMT -6
Ellis Island, Physical
Albanian Bride of a thousand woes Wears her blouse for modest memories That gather under cotton clouds Of smoke and tears Where her body is a diary Written in sanguine ink To be legible for the blind Who read the Braille of her heart When the doctor inspects her But she hides the broken thorns of her past Embedded in her soul forever
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 20, 2021 9:54:07 GMT -6
This is truly beautiful, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 20, 2021 9:59:01 GMT -6
Mucho gracias mi amiga, Foxy. This was inspired by a photograph from a century ago. Very glad you saw beauty here. I tried to put my heart into this.
XoXoXo John
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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 20, 2021 10:01:33 GMT -6
Your tag is a lover's dream made real through art my friend. Truly gorgeous.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 20, 2021 10:08:54 GMT -6
I read into this poem your deep love for the precious woman that was your loving wife.
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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 20, 2021 12:04:26 GMT -6
My late wife's past, before me, was very much like the woman in this poem. She suffered and was hungry much like a refugee from a poverty-stricken country like this Albanian woman. So I see the connection, my friend. I thank you for showing me how the emotions in this poem apply to my love for my late wife. For me, my wife represents the archetypal woman from Eastern Europe where her ancestors came from.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Sept 21, 2021 13:12:53 GMT -6
Your love, then and now, is a beautiful thing, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Sept 21, 2021 16:14:23 GMT -6
My love for her is eternal. Thank you so much for seeing my love for her as always, my friend.
XoXoXo John
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 10, 2021 10:50:43 GMT -6
John, my Italian grandparents came through Ellis Island shortly after WW I, and while they never showed any of the leftover anxieties to me forty years later, I know there were some bad memories behind them from things my mother told me while she was still alive. Every iteration of the population of this continent was built of immigrants, whether it was 20 years ago or 20,000 years ago. I see it as one of our greatest strengths. Wonderful write.
Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 10, 2021 12:31:50 GMT -6
Except for our Native Americans, we are all the products of immigrants. Our world was, indeed, built by the courageous and curious men and women of other nations who were looking for a better life for themselves, and for us, their offspring. The American Dream belongs to many.
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 10, 2021 12:52:02 GMT -6
Except for our Native Americans, we are all the products of immigrants. Our world was, indeed, built by the courageous and curious men and women of other nations who were looking for a better life for themselves, and for us, their offspring. The American Dream belongs to many. Even Native Americans emigrated to North America, just 20-30,000 years ago. There's not a human in the Americas that aren't descended from immigrants, some just got here way earlier. Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 11, 2021 6:54:20 GMT -6
Dan, thank you for sharing your reflections on the immigrants who built this country from the cliff dwellers of the ancient west through people like your Italian grandparents. It means a lot to me to hear your story and their Ellis Island experience.
John
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Post by Brian on Oct 25, 2021 3:46:27 GMT -6
A very moving write John. I'm not a US citizen but I can trace my earliest Canadian ancestry to 1648. Over the years many came to join them, some family others to become family, all fleeing to seek a better life or a new start. There is more in common than different in this world of ours, only too many are too blinded by the past sins to see the common factors.
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 25, 2021 7:31:43 GMT -6
Brian, that is amazing that you can trace your Canadian ancestry back to 1648, Indeed we have so much in common. I appreciate your understanding of my poem and the immigrant heritage it represents.
John
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