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DSC_0005Okanagan Mountain Firestorm, 2003

 

When grief sweeps deep into gullies,
once green meadows melt, Ponderosa
sticks, flame sharpened, poke the sky;
I flee to the watery horizon,
throat full of words I will not purge,
eyelids on fire with memories.

When white-tails race down Wild
Horse, fast heat and smoke snuffs nests
of mole, cottontail dreams, skinks
falter, fade; I shake my fist
while Firestorm forces molten crowns
on every virgin head.

When they come heavy with human
power, sweat and fear and balls,
they build a line, attack despair; no sleep
until we lay in smoldering highlands,
balm and gentleness for our wounds,
dreams of snow for our dark nakedness.

When forgiveness, fireweed pink,
impossible, blooms in April soil, I sink
to my knees, call Lynx, Black Bear,
and Coyote, home. I raise my hands
for Western Grebe, and Spotted Bat,
whisper songs of chartreuse moss
to the face of every ashen stone, and promise;

always, everywhere, we will begin again.

 

 

LAE 2003

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My voice speaking…

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For today’s prompt over at dVerse, Victoria Slotto invited us to, “take a few moments to think about your own passions—what is it that most inspires, excites, outrages, motivates you. Write a poem in which you let your convictions, your issues bleed onto the canvas of your keyboard. Allow your voice to thunder forth.”

And I tried… in my former post, but the formatting was very confusing so I am posting this poem instead.

Until further notice

stay inside
shelter in place
ordinary is suspended until further notice
lockdown everything except
dunkin donuts which will remain open
offering coffee and sustenance to police
by special request.

It is the same and yet different
stop going to work
stop going to school
stop sirens and helicoptors
listen to the silent pause
hope waiting in the dark
peace in hiding.

Resolve to obey orders
be vigilante
do not answer the door
do not go outside
remember “Love is strength”
and until further notice
“Stay strong, Boston.”

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