A New Story


Bridge in park

Where do the words go in our dreams?

Do they walk the shrouded banks of memory –

placed there on faded tombstones

to defend centuries of violence and bloodshed.

Or do they ride the endless streams instead –

searching for unpanned treasure

to map for our children, who might

also stumble in their dreams.


The words becoming lost and angry

as we slowly wake up to the damage done –

screaming at the world in protest, unable

to tell truth from lies, friend from foe.

Do we want to own those words,

running scared and firing at random –

blaming others for another senseless act

when it’s too late, our after sight sealed in tears.

Vintage photo of wooden pier and foggy lake

Are we bound by those words

passed down by our ancestors, or can we silence them?

Perhaps the answer waits in our dream

for a new discourse born of love.

Born of love to create new stories

for our children – different in form and Β verse,

owning our words and their future.

Or – are we destined to repeat the same words?Β 

Vintage style wooden floor perspective with beatiful autumn wate

Β Β©Brenda Baker 2016

64 comments on “A New Story”

  1. I believe we decide our journey. Good or bad.
    “Born of love to create new stories
    for our children – different in form and verse,
    owning our words and their future.
    Or – are we destined to repeat the same words? ”
    We decide the good road and find something worthwhile to live for. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

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  2. Most people don’t seem to remember history and so travesty is repeated over and over again. Yet those of us who understand how powerful Love is, are determined to push back the histories of old to make new, founded on Love and on Peace. Together we begin to build a brand new World not only for us, but for our children and our children’s children. Beautiful post, Brenda. We it seems are on the same wavelength today. (((HUGS))) ❀

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    1. Hear, hear!😊I couldn’t have said it better, Amy. I’ve also noticed that we’re often on the same wavelength with our posts often complementing each other.😊 Thank you for your beautiful words, and wishing you a most beautiful weekend, Amy!πŸ’œ ((Hugs))

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  3. We need to remember the words of our ancestors to decipher if they are worth repeating. If yes, then by all means do, if no, then bury them and create new words.

    I’ve had to do a little of both as I raise my children, ignoring the ways of my parents that were hurtful to me, and implementing new ways of thinking that I would like to have seen in my life.

    Lovely, thought-provoking poem. ☺ 🌷

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    1. Thank you so much. πŸ™‚ You make such a good point about keeping the words that help foster the world we want to live in, and discarding the rest so that they are left in the past. I was very mindful of my words and perceptions when raising my daughters. I wanted them to grow up open minded and accepting of everyone – free of judgement. I’m proud to say that I’ve succeeded in that regard.. πŸ™‚

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      1. That’s wonderful. I’m working on that same concept with my munchkin.

        Isn’t it mind-blowing to discover how much we are just like our parents when we begin raising our own kids? Sometimes I have to stop myself mid-sentence when i realize I’m saying some of the things she said to me when I was a kid. Noooooooo!!!!

        Erase, erase, erase!!! πŸ˜€

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      2. Haha πŸ™‚ I was in class today and found myself giving the “when I was your age” speech to my students. In all fairness, I did let them know first what I was about to do. I would agree that when we start off as parents, we turn to the example provided by our own parents. It’s what we know. It can take time to find our own parenting style, but we do. πŸ™‚

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  4. Hi Brenda, it’s so true that no matter how much education we got, we always have our parents as reference. That tells how important it is about parenting. We may want to do something different than what our parents did, and as you said, find our own parenting style. You must be a teacher from one of your comment. I was in the classroom for 15 years, then went to the district office to do administration for 10 before I retired. Nice to meeting you. Just wanted to show you the hibiscus in my garden.


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    1. Allow me to say thank you for stopping by, reading and commenting on my poem. I am a teacher actually.:) I do believe that we must all find our own parenting style and raise our children to live in a better world based on equality, love and respect etc. We start by being an example of course. πŸ™‚ Nice to meet you too btw.:) I will be checking out your link. Thank you for sharing with me!

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      1. I find that through our blogging connections, we get to know each other better than I would’ve ever thought. I’ve met many that I would love to spend time with in person. πŸ™‚

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      2. We’re participating in a global community. One of the greatest things to come out of the internet is it’s ability to connect us from all parts of the globe. πŸ™‚

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