Thursday, February 06, 2025

pre-fight hype song

armed with the sindoor of sunrise 
smeared over my morning 
even the soft grey skies feel holy 
as the ash of vibhuti

today it doesn't seem to matter 
that the thing 
we made of history has caught me
I try hope, I try anger

it seems I'll try anything, everything 
in this tumbling world
accidents, things constellate my past
hope peoples my future

my muscles and brain are flexed 
with the good fight 
I use my imagination to succeed 
...or survive 

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Pic: Snow, trees, and the squirrel we call Kylo Ren because of his black garb. 

13 comments:

Nicole said...

Oh I LOVE this Maya! The poem is gorgeous and you know I love a wintry woodsy scene.

Jenny said...

Beautiful <3

Nance said...

Those last two stanzas are perfect. I really feel them in my soul.
Love the word choice throughout.

Lisa's Yarns said...

Gorgeous poem that aptly describes how many of us are feeling. I vacillate between hope and anger!

Gillian said...

Nice.

NGS said...

BLACK SQUIRREL!!!!!

J said...

Hope and anger. Yup, right there with you sister-friend.

maya said...

Thank you, Nicole! You always find something kind to say!

maya said...

Thanks, Jenny!

maya said...

Thank you, Lisa. I know... I crave some calm!

maya said...

Thanks :)!

maya said...

Here to provide the distraction :)!

maya said...

All the hearts. As Nicole likes to say, "There will be a time after this time."

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