let's keep going, let's get to the grandeur
let's come back, let's touch absences
to one another
let's come back, let's touch absences
to one another
our next hours wait patiently as the present
life can be a cold war sometimes
its firings accidental
our lives recognizable as burning pages
opening in flame before curling
sullenly into ash
opening in flame before curling
sullenly into ash
let us finally acknowledge our condition
know we are holding our breath--
to avoid inhaling smoke
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Pic: The Red Cedar in Spring (yay) thaw. Sprigs of forsythia (yay, Spring) in the corner of the frame.
18 comments:
This was so moving, Maya. xo
Nice.
Wow, that's quite the raging river. Good image for the emotional turbulence of the poem.
Beautiful poem, Maya! It really speaks to the heaviness of our current times.
Beautiful post
You know what? Yesterday it was exciting to be in Wisconsin. Maybe we can turn this ship around? (It was exciting, but I also don't know if I'm being too optimistic. What has the last eight years taught me?)
The metaphor of the burning book is masterful, maya. And those last 3 lines are so quietly powerful.
Wow, what a poem. I'm not sure your intent, but for me it made me think of a childhood friend who I adore but our friendship is problematic because of our very different politics. Sometimes I feel as though I am holding my breath when we are together.
Love this poem. I read it out loud to my husband!
Wow, Jenny! I feel very honored and touched. Thank you so much. <3
Thank you, Nicole! XO
Thank you.
I hadn't thought of that! Thanks, Steph.
Thanks, Lisa. I *want* to write something whimsical, but...
Thank you!
Engie, YES!!!! (And in their own way Florida and Cory Booker...)
Thank you, Nance <3
J--your backstory really adds depth to these lines... it's almost transformational!
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