Hope you will read Sherry's post, I am honored that she included a poem of mine along with poems of Wendy's and Rosemary's.
https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/04/poems-of-week-by-annell-wendy-and.html?showComment=1523303455581#c9159794911602082568
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claudetteellinger.wordpress.com Prompt -- White.
White
https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/04/poems-of-week-by-annell-wendy-and.html?showComment=1523303455581#c9159794911602082568
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claudetteellinger.wordpress.com Prompt -- White.
White
A loaded word these days
And every day of our history
Past or present
Not much to be proud of here
White privilege unrecognized
Unclaimed like a lost puppy
It is easier to see
When we look back
What was right
And what was not
Still much the same
We have a leader
Who insists on such
White has ruled the roost
For too long
But things are changing
Even if many resist
It is coming as sure as
The sun rises tomorrow
The days of “white”
Leading the pack
Are almost over
A short time to get it right
Growing up in the south
It all seemed OK
“They” lived on the other side
“They” had their own schools
“They” had their own churches
“They” cleaned our homes
“They” cared for our children
The balance is changing
I wonder… what does “White” deserve
April 9, 2018
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Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads -- Prompt -- Waiting.
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Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads -- Prompt -- Waiting.
WAITING
Today I am waiting
As I have been for
So many days
Months
Years
Without complaint
I count the ticks of the clock
I explore emptiness
The world where I live
The sound of your voice
Echoes in my head
Your smell in the air
Your love fills my heart
I long for the letter
I know will never come
Your footsteps on my threshold
Your knock at my door
The sun rises each morning
And travels through the sky
To reach the western horizon
A glorious sunset we will not share
Into a dark and lonely night
Filled with dreams to nightmares
Waiting punctuated by stars
A bright moon lights the path
The future uncertain
Still I wait
April 9, 2018
14 comments:
Your "white" poem is thought-provoking and timely!
Really, really like the "white" poem. So timely and important. Can't say it enough, you are right,
But like the waiting poem just as much, for very different reasons. Understand it down to my toes.
Elizabeth
Felt the "waiting" and the losing of hope...
The waiting poem is heart-breakingly good. The white poem is so true.
There is so much sadness in the lines:
'I count the ticks of the clock
I explore emptiness
The world where I live
The sound of your voice
Echoes in my head
Your smell in the air'.
Your "White" poem is nothing short of inspirational!💜 The "Waiting" poem is raw and filled with deep emotion... it feels as though waiting to be reunited with a beloved.💜
The eternal longing and wait...beautifully expressed here!
The words in your "White" poem have been predicted, we shall see. "Waiting" can be so difficult, so heartbreaking, when "the future uncertain" what can we do but continue.
Both of these poems have such impact, Annell. The days of white privilege I hope are ending. And I enjoyed reading the many facets of waiting, some content, some with longing, all part of the story of being alive. I especially love the poem about waiting.
White, a powerful and thoughtful poem. I had not considered taking the word in this direction. Well done.
Beautiful, thought-provoking poems. In a way, they are both poems about waiting for a certain (in the sense of sure) outcome. And both of those will take as long (or as soon) as they take. Meanwhile, it still seems important to live each day to the full.
Very powerful last lines! Thanks for posting!
Yes, there are a lot of things we should never be proud of, but I had relatives who died in the civil war fighting for the union. Not everyone hates. I pray for a day we don't see color and race - that's what I adore about young children - they don't see it. I just went on a Gullah tour in Charleston and loved it. And I can't wait to see the movie you suggested!
Love the white poem. It is so very true.
Love,
Pamela
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