Sunday, June 26, 2022

New poem: "The Strange Disease of Misoneism"

 

The Strange Disease of Misoneism

 

“People are trapped in history, and history

is trapped in them,” said American writer

James Baldwin. We are shaped by our past,

and it’s perplexing, why we hate change

and innovation when the world is changing

from one day to the next, never knowing

what will come, like Putin’s brutal war on

the Ukrainian people that’s effacing humanity

and disrupting the global economy; but it’s

so real that we cannot help but see the changes

that this genocidal war of cultural attrition

is bringing; yet, we continue to resent change,

like the video posted on YouTube of the Jane

Seymour movie, a true story of her past-life

incarnation in Ireland that affronts the status

quo. It’s hard to let go of old belief systems,

and it seems to take nothing less than another

war to shatter old karmic patterns to make

more room for new ways of perceiving,

thinking, and understanding.

Saturday, June 11, 2022

New poem: "This Writer's Special Gift"

 

This Writer’s Special Gift

 

He writes like a diplomat speaks;

not just any diplomat, the most senior

who knows all the secrets. Oh, his words

are sweet, so preciously chosen you feel

privileged to hear them; but the more you

hear, the more hoodwinked you feel, given

you secrets he never reveals. A true master

of elegance and form, with a painter’s eye

for the finest detail, all his stories end

the same, true to life in every way; but as

every snowflake is patterned like no other,

he writes to show their difference; and

that’s this writer’s special gift.

Saturday, June 4, 2022

New poem: "A Terrifying Truth"

 

A Terrifying Truth

 

It has imposed itself upon me,

and I have no choice but to accept it;

but it hurts to say it: there is a terrible

truth about our life that we cannot bear

to see—the fault lies not in the stars,

but in ourselves; and try as we may

to refute it, it is forever forced upon us

at the turn of every season. As the acorn

seed must become an oak tree, and so

is every soul destined to grow into what

we are meant to be; and as terrifying

as this truth that we refuse to see will be,

we are condemned to live it, all the

suffering notwithstanding.