Tuesday, December 09, 2008

the masterpiece of kin

the masterpiece of kin is cunning
in similarities quick to begin
at times they think the same
grip the same,
gripe the same
walk and talk, dress
and look the same

i remember a family of five brothers
all looked like their father
half again like their mother
a year parted each birth
a revolution of the sun
between each of their worth
enough to get another
one practically
same as the other

not in the name
but in the soul
lies cold truth told
deep somewhere in the whole
where a lonely star hovers
the person slips through
to be their own self
apart from the others

not in the name
but in the soul
lies the whole
deep somewhere

4 comments:

Annie said...

True.

Cat said...

Another one I particularly enjoyed!

Anonymous said...

I love this poem, especially after coming back from a recent family reunion! Truer words have never been spoken.

The last two stanzas are my favorite, and I love the way they contrast with the first two. A very nice poetic pivot. The title is perfect.

jack sender said...

Anni's comment "true" is safe as sliding into second base.

Catherine gets all black spots forever removed from her name

Julie nailed another one with her astute remark.

M. was talking as i was finishing this poem.
i heard her say Masterpiece
Theater and appropriated the fine word Masterpiece to fit into the title.

Three Gold Stars!