armed with the sindoor of sunrise
smeared over my morning
even the soft grey skies feel holy
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
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
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.
Pic: Snow, trees, and the squirrel we call Kylo Ren because of his black garb.
13 comments:
Oh I LOVE this Maya! The poem is gorgeous and you know I love a wintry woodsy scene.
Beautiful <3
Those last two stanzas are perfect. I really feel them in my soul.
Love the word choice throughout.
Gorgeous poem that aptly describes how many of us are feeling. I vacillate between hope and anger!
Nice.
BLACK SQUIRREL!!!!!
Hope and anger. Yup, right there with you sister-friend.
Thank you, Nicole! You always find something kind to say!
Thanks, Jenny!
Thank you, Lisa. I know... I crave some calm!
Thanks :)!
Here to provide the distraction :)!
All the hearts. As Nicole likes to say, "There will be a time after this time."
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