summer will give us back the world
now is a time to retreat and recover
I promise I promise there will be
reasons to celebrate reasons to sing...
survival isn't a solo piece it's all of us
in symphony or ceremony or clamor
with our love and hope and our obstinacy
and... our spite showing up to heal
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Pic: Huck and Max aren't pleased about where we are either. (I can't remember why they look so pissed here--probably because I got up off the couch?)
12 comments:
love, hope, obstinacy, and SPITE.
I'm glad you included that last one. It might be the one I need!
I like this poem. Its spacing is like breathing--halting and with each heartbeat, as if the speaker is tense or has been crying or...running?
The second stanza, second line is really good; I like the metaphors used, and ending with Clamor is effective.
Well done. How are you so prolific with good stuff?
It's all of us! I love that. I love this whole post, Maya.
Cute
Max looks so grumpy!! Oh, come to me, Max - I won't get up from the couch!
High praise from you, Nance! There's a lot of dross, but I'll take it :). Thank you!
(Re. spacing I like crying... I was going for half-conscious fragments...)
Thank you, Nicole. Community means so much right now <3
Thanks!
I challenge thee to a couch competition, Engie; I bet I can go longer without getting up...
I love this poem, it speaks to so much in the the world (in my heart) right now. Thank you. Also, I love the dog photo. <3
Thank you, Jules <3
We will all need love, hope, obstinacy, and a bit of spite as well.
In this with you, Steph <3
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