Expecting Gatsby, bathtub gin and flappers.
Expecting Gatsby, bathtub gin and flappers.
Imagination alone saves us from turmoil.
Cosmically conscious troubadour, gone too soon.
“As America figures this all out, I’ll be holding doors for strangers, letting people cut in front of me in traffic, saying good morning, being patient with sales clerks, and smiling at pedestrians as often as I am provided the opportunity. Because I will not stand idly by and live in a world where unconditional love is invisible. Join me in showing love to someone who may not necessarily deserve it, but who needs it. Find your own way to swing the pendulum in the direction of love. Be kind to a stranger today and every day.”
I did not write the above statement. (Wish I did!) It was copied from a friend who copied it from someone else, who copied from someone else. You are welcome to pass it on to all your social media or wherever. Copy and add your town at the bottom. It will be like an anonymous chain letter for peace! No risk, no spam, just tell the world WE THE PEOPLE, plan to act in kindness.
This message (so far) comes to you from Michigan City IN, Chattanooga TN, Waltonville Illinois, Bluford IL, Kalkaska MI, Sugar Run PA, Ellabell GA, Parma ID, Nevada City CA, Redwood City CA, Danville CA, Prescott Wa, Sonoma CA, Santa Rosa CA, Petaluma, CA, Santa Rosa, CA, Rio Rancho, NM, Santa Fe, NM, Edgewood, NM, Elmendorf TX, Matthews, NC, Charlotte NC, Denver, NC, Maiden NC Beckley WV, Hope Mills, NC, Fayetteville, NC, Hunlock Creek,PA, Chandler,AZ, Hainesport,NJ. Mt Laurel, Munising, Michigan, Chico, CA, Green Bay, WI, Nashville, TN, Jersey City, NJ, Flanders, NJ, Mt Arlington, NJ, Flemington, NJ, Cliffwood Beach,NJ, Parkesburg, PA, Hampton Bays, NY, Champions Gate FL, Kissimmee, FL. Orlando, FL, Venice, FL, Telluride, CO, Avon, CO, Westminster, CO, Craig, CO , Lockport, IL, Crestwood, IL, Justice, IL, Chicago IL
Bridging gaps between science and leprechauns.
There is an incline in the forest where bluebells blossom, dense as grapes, heady as lilac. I stretch out on my back. Green stems, like octopus tendrils, tangle my hair. The land shifts perpendicular. Down, down I slide, damp earth brushing my elbows. I land with a soft jolt onto ripe grass. The smell is beetroot, radish and earthworm.
Consider magic.
Underground rogues, fey and trolls
guard hidden treasure
beneath marbled walls. They keep
secrets, bargain dark wishes.
From a fog, metallic as pyrite, they emerge. Blue skin, sapphire eyes that stare still as stone. One of them hands me a violin. Aged from wear and tear, its wood is warped, strings stretched. With a rickety bow, I play. Joyful noise spills from my fingers.
And yet. I do not know a single note.
**NOTE: This poem is in response to Colleen’s Poetry Challenge/ Fairy Magic. It is my first attempt at Haibun. (Not sure I did it right, but hope you like 🙂 )
Happy Summer Solstice! “Always go with fairies.”
She is the first
pink smile, bright force, propagator of all
Humanity. She
has but one egg, he a thousand sperm
and for that they place her
on a pedestal
of impossibility
only
to knock her down again and again.
She weeps. She bleeds. Endures
a maze of obligations in simple
Obscurity. Her work is the hardest, her task Divine
sandwiched between the pure Maiden
and waning Crone.
Not all are mothers, but all have a mother.
On this day, honor yours.