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Hurt. Hate. Hope….So much Hope in the Face of the Darkness

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Silence. Numbness. Heart ache.. so much heart ache. Headline- Another mass casualty event. This one yet again the, “Most deadliest in History.” You see the images of the bereft, the maimed, the dying.
Bleeding. Shocked. Dead…so many dead. You ask, “Why?” and search the news for possible answers. Fingers pointed-
Guns. Faith. Hate.. so much hate. You, america, cannibalize yourself in pursuit of answers. You let the beast of hate and fear devour your rationality.
Blame, Walls, Sides, so many sides. But still no answers.
Yet-
Prayers, Thoughts, Solidarity… so much solidarity. In our oneness, lost, searching, WE come together to support each other’s grieving. WE offer up OUR very blood to the broken.
Selflessness, Compassion, Empathy, so much empathy. WE place ourselves in the victim’s shoes, reaching past our fear of being the victim.
Steadfastness, Determination, so much determination. Even for the briefest of moments, WE strive to find one mind, find a way to prevent this sorrow.
And Love…so much love. The cure to hate to sustain the living. In giving love, We will overcome this beast tearing the fabric of our country.

Hope.

aSocial Butterfly

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Oh Butterfly,
Trapped in a prison of its own device-
Four walls and a floor made of glass;
comfortably confining, a contradiction.
It stares out at the world through these walls
wishing, pining, hoping for release.
Yet, the release that it desires
comes at time of its own choosing-
It need only spread its wings
and soar towards the heavens;
to the freedom of the skies,
To the saintly touch of another.
But these glass walls magnify the world,
Distorting its view-
Creating monsters that seem bigger and closer
than they really are.
Even though freedom beckons,
Fright holds its wings closed.
Yet, when Fear takes hold
The Lepidoptera need only close its eyes,
feel the breeze from above,
and trust in the power of its lissome wings
to overcome the vast visions
of its self imposed confinement.
So, fair sky Contessa,
Shall you shudder behind glass all your short life,
and watch the fugacious world fade away?
or will you transform your fear into courage
and leave your four walls behind?
trapped no more in a prison of your own device
Oh Butterfly?

In this moment I grieve for thee

sink

I stand as you stood many times before

laboring over dirty dishes in the sink.

As the warm water washes over my hands,

I gaze at the flowers in the window sill

and wonder if you smiled as I smile now,

smelling the sweet Calla lilies brought to you by little hands.

Did you sigh in relief as the dawn bubbles

removed the final crumbs from the pan,

the pan that you used to bake a cake for every year of my life.

Did your mind ever drift away–

as your hands continued their mindless task,

away through the window, down the driveway,

and the lane where we walked to Church together every Sunday.

As I stand in the echo of your memory,

drying the Just Flowers dinner plates

that served your cheese potatoes and other delights for countless family diners,

I wonder that if I complete this same task, touch this same plate

that you touched just a month before,

if I stand on the same tiles worn smooth by your feet,

will it reverse time, just for this moment,

and allow you to be with me once again.

Stars and Stripes Forever

memorial

To all who received a flag
instead of a loved one’s embrace:

I am sorry that I cannot bring
you another touch, another glance or heart beat.
I cannot stop the tears flowing from your eyes
or comfort your children’s fears
I cannot return to you
a life that was lost
or fix a body broken.

Yet, I can offer this stars and stripes
to eternalize this soldier’s service.
Please accept this token, this monument
in hopes that you will remember
His ultimate sacrifice.
For he gave his heart, his all
to uphold the edges of Freedom’s wall.

Willow

 

willow

Weep,

Oh Willow;

pour your tears

in the gentle well.

Your misty eyes shroud

your face amongst

the golden leaves.

Sad, sad tree,

smile and cast away

your sorrows.

Be glad; grow strong!

Dream;

Dream towards your tomorrows.

Camelot

Camelot

 Pretty little peacocks

peacock feathers

watching beautiful lies,

displayed as fantasies

on their feather’s eyes.

 

Let us admire our feathers

and watch our life on stage,

while our soul searches for Camelot;

our mind sees but a page.

 

Come now, come all,

to Camelot I go;

the dream of purity

and righteousness I shall know.

 

Tither, tither,

All evil I will forsake;

and never will my quest be ended-

This vow I do make:

 

Never cease cradling the stars,

or reaching for the hand of God.

Camelot, my dear Camelot,

the only place I will trod.

 

Its Virtues I embrace,

insidiously good virtues,

and hold them as my light

Lo, it banishes all the night.

 

And if silent death

shall capture me before

I find my Camelot

and open its door-

 

Then bury me

in my feather’s tears,

so I may dream of Camelot

for the rest of my years.

Poetical Genius, Musical Harp

music notes

Amanda

Poetic Genius~musical harp;
each note, each tune a word.
‘Ere the song is uttered,
a flower blossoms–
‘T Spring once more.
Patter, patter on the heart,
rain reaches fertile soil.
Grow, grow larger than piano keys;
engulf all which pain has killed;
empty churches and ghastly mine fields.

Poetic Genus~musical harp,
enrapture with your tiny tendrils.
‘Ere the first motion finished,
a gentle fawn matures–
‘Tis Summer again.
Golden wheat more abundant
than ocean’s sand.
Hear the sea, the redundant
melancholy, washing footprints
once left by a man
upon the warm unforgiving sand.

Poetic Genius~musical harp,
descend upon the fleeting ground.
‘Ere the last motion ends
a leaf falls to earth–
‘Tis Autumn once again.
Dionysus begins his fruitful reign-
producing the bittersweet fruit.
Oh tender grape;
to consume you is a sin;
Dangling from your twisted vine,
When now did you become divine?

Poetic Genius~musical harp,
persevere through winds of time.
E’er after the song has stopped,
soft snow buries the land–
‘Tis Winter forsooth.
Memories lie dormant,
dead to world is thy youth-
Forgotten is ages past.
Yet ever on will Spring return,
Keeping her harmonious voice.
Silence holds the land in sway,
but it will not last; it will not stay.