The Fabulist
it’s not my story
but I shall speak to you of it
where it began?
in the earth
in the earth is where all
things are born
and die
the vortex
threw out the bloodied, burning beginnings
and the red dirt burns its way into the flesh
a tattooed tale
tum ta ta tum
tum ta ta tum
sing the saga to the winds
small seeds, scurrying, seeking
a homeland that the threads reach
from the beginning
talking tales
teach the small ones to grow
straight of limb
but
supple of the soul
it is not for me to condemn
symbols given
leading
tides to carry
the burden back to the beginning
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fabulist – one who invents fables
1250–1300; Middle English fable, fabel, fabul
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I really really liked this one Jo! The depth of your imagination blooms with this one. Great poem!
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That is a great compliment coming from you. Thank you so much. I have been fixing up old photos that I took in Africa and this one of the girl has always been a favourite – I always saw her possibilities – and this was one I imagined for her – the storyteller.
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I really enjoyed this poem — very powerful. I like the photo too.
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thank you for saying that – I really appreciate your comment. 🙂
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A wonderful poem, especially the part “teach the small ones to grow straight of limb but supple of the soul”. It fits so well with the photo.
Thank you for commenting on my blog today.
— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
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I loved your post – and I am so glad you liked this. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to leave a comment. 🙂
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you’re a swell storyteller yourself
ROG, ABC Wednesday team
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What a great comment to see here from you !!!! 🙂
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You’re a good poet Jo!
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Thank you for that compliment. 🙂
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That was positively fascinating. I love the picture accompanying it!
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So glad you liked it. 🙂
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Very nice poeme and the picture fits perfectly !
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Thank you for saying that. 🙂
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Beautiful photo and great poem.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Fabulous this fable in poetry form, from a fantastic fabulist!!
My F Post
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Thank you so much 🙂
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scattered seeds, seeking homes, burdens back… This poem evokes images of the immigrants dilema and how govornments welcome them, or not. I like it.
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Interesting POV – Especially as I just found out I have lost my Australian citizenship. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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ooh, that sounds bad.
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I know – I think I can get it back – at least I hope so. Bummer is both kids lost it as well. Though they will have no trouble getting it back – it is just a bit of work to do it. Me – well – that remains to be seen. 🙂
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A wonderful poem and I learnt a new F word today. Thanks for your visit to my ABC post.
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Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Wonderful poem, great images.
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Thank you Carol – glad to hear it rang a bell for you. 🙂
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Wonderful read. I so enjoyed it.
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What a great comment for me to come here and read from you !!!!!!!!!! Thanks. 🙂
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Very enlightening post, young lady. You have a rare gift.
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Well now kind Sir – that is so cool that you say that. 🙂
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