Friday, November 14, 2014

November 14, 2014 Writers Digest November 2014 PAD CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE/THE DAY THAT FOLLOWS THE DAY BEFORE

THE DAY THAT FOLLOWS THE DAY BEFORE

the morning  which follows the night
                        still dark
                        still cold
                        getting colder

most still sleeping
                        following their dreams
                        perhaps a the return to the mother
it is early
                        there is no light in the sky
                        nothing can be seen

the day ahead
                        the day that follows the day before
                        unknown
                        it is friday again
                        it seems yesterday was Friday
                        tomorrow will be friday
                        where are the all the days in between
                        the days that follow friday


in the afternoon
                        which follows the morning
                        i follow your footsteps
                         gather dust in the desert
                        there is plenty of dust
                        wrapped in sorrow
                        the history here
                        follows the lines of a very sad song
                        not much to be proud of



Note:  New Mexico is a very old place, the oldest church in the United States is here, as well as the oldest house.  Our ancestors came, bullied, and stole what they wanted, it is not a new story, nor unique but to think of it, makes me sad.  When I was little, in school I was taught we were good people, but there was no truth in it.

"So the authentic is in the collecting, the putting together, the sharing?" from an interview with Wolfgang Laib, Making the Ideal Real.  Sculpture Magazine.  Wolfgang works with milk and pollen and he agreed with the question asked by Sarah Tanguy.   (www.jca-online.com/laib.html) (www.sculpture.org/documents/scmag01/may01/laib/laib.shtml). 

November 14, 2014
                       



1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

It does feel like the weeks zip by at the speed of light! I love your reflection in the second stanza....."plenty of dust wrapped in sorrow", and that you are looking back at the real history of that place, which does indeed include sorrow.