Last Year and Before
1
with steely determination i clutched the offering in my hand
the sound of the gong set the spell entered the dark and shadowy temple
leaving the sun shiny morning outside all was quiet inside no singing
i had no concept dropped the coins into the basket made my selection
tied with a hand-dyed indigo thread into a small bundle the tiny golden budha sparkled
by the light of the fire in words i did not know it read
moon over heart standing together you explained
even when the sun isn't shining there will always be light even if not very bright
therefore – moon over heart enough light you will always be able to find your way
2
spring is gone summer too the weather has changed
fall is in the air a holiday a celebration
NY largest city center of the art world an ambush waiting
a murderous tone deplorable behavior your guise deceptive
a champion of disrespect a real badass
try as i might there was no understanding a tragedy of sorts
today someone else determined to smite someone
a pressure-cooker bomb 29 injured no deaths.....yet
3
on my stretch of beach no dolphins instead porpoise play
(small grey or white whales) i used to watch them dive from my kitchen window
high above the canal they would rise out of the water slowly and breathe
dive and swim quickly to catch the small fish they called breakfast
life was filled with do-funnies and whimsies we were unaware
of the storm on the horizon no flags flew no warning
just like a bomb just as sudden yet no explosion heard
on that autumn day the sun was shining the air cool
September 18, 2016
8 comments:
I enjoyed all of these, Annell, especially the first one, with the small Buddha, the words "moon over heart". Sigh. So lovely. I also can see you looking out your kitchen window, down over the bay................we live so many different chapters in this life.
Beautifully expressed 💖
So much woven into this wonderful triptych..each meaningful and carefully absorbed and given back to the world. The image of the pressure cooker was in turns sad and horrifying - that something so apparently simple and everyday can cause such destruction.. unexpected explosions that seem to come into our world with each passing year
I do love porpoises just as much as dolphin's... have been kayaking among them once... an experience I will never forget.
Three vividly sketched but differing pieces though with two explosive in content. Nice work.
Excellent collection. I don't know where to start with commenting really, as you have so many complex ideas in each one!
These three sad poems of history are really touching as events in the past have affected ours and other peoples lives over the years. Very thought provoking Annell.
May be your no. 1 is the answer to your implicit questions in the other two...so well penned...love the images in all three of them...
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