Who knows the questions? or the time?
What if there is no time?
What if all the time has all been wasted, or lost?
When karma comes around,
where will it go?
Why keep running into the same things?
How did we get here?
If only I knew
how to fix it all–
I would be honored
to be unremissed.
I’ve been having trouble completing things lately. Bjorn at dVerse has us asking Google to finish our thoughts. Perfect.
What I learned:
1) Many of those searching on Google are thinking about death–lots of killing and dying going on.
2) And remiss. Many many of us feel we are remiss.
I did this painting for a prompt (which I later altered and will post at some point), but it works for this message from the Oracle today.
death aches us
in black chants
do not ask me
to stop time
watch the sky–
her ship is a light
singing through the moon
in the language of
a shining wind
May our actions and words continue and honor the legacy of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
crisp clear sky–
leaves echo the wind
as time stops–
condensed into stars
blue light from the depths–
darkness emptying itself
time stops once again–
leaves echo songs of the wind
My older daughter and I met at the farmer’s market last weekend, and sat on the Columbia campus afterwards drinking coffee and tea. As we watched a monarch butterfly wandering above our heads, we remarked at the deep clear blueness of the sky. It reminded us both of a September morning nineteen years ago.
What dark fire is this
melting the air with fresh blood?
endless broken days,
ghost voices lingering in
an eternity of tears
My haiku “Shapeshifting Moonlight” is posted today as part of Pure Haiku’s Portal Series. You can read it here, along with all the other wonderful portals in verse. Thanks as always to Freya Pickard for including my words on Pure Haiku.
Joyce Fienberg, 75
Richard Gottfried, 65
Rose Mallinger, 97
Jerry Rabinowitz, 66
Brothers Cecil and David Rosenthal, 59 and 54
Bernice and Sylvan Simon, 84 and 86
Daniel Stein, 71
Melvin Wax, 88
Irving Younger, 69
Remembering those who lost their lives in the Tree of Life Synagogue on Saturday. May they rest always in a portal of light.
“No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
–Martin Luther King Jr.
My collage/poem “The Alternate Inaugural Address 2017” is up at the ERASE-TRANSFORM Poetry Project: “Beginning with the inauguration speech, we seek submissions that take that rhetoric and draw out life-affirming poetry.”
I printed out Trump’s inaugural speech and cut up all the words and put them in an envelope, selecting nine words to use for my poem.
The rest of the words I glued randomly in an overlapping spiral around a photo of the stars.
In the center I collaged the speech I wish had been given that day.
You can read more about the project and submit your own transformed speeches here. And do read some of the other wonderful spirit-lifting poetic speeches that have been submitted.
My thanks to editor Kelly Lenox for printing my poem/collage. And thanks to Trish Hopkinson for her post about the project (and all the wonderful information she gathers for writers on her blog).