But there is no love, love, love
No stopping the bleeding
The life boats and watchmen drifted to bed
While we are sick and dying
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Season of the Storm
Season of the storm
Winter dropped its final flakes
Joy and freedom
On the mountain
As the droplets
Multipled to the East
Exponents arriving via jumbo jets
Unbreakable cycle of modernity
Tender new leaves and flowers
Woke to none to behold
The new season warmed a lonely outside
Until it boiled over
Weeks and centuries
Frustration
Agitation
Oppression
Succession
Change drew some near
Others recoiled in fear
Or brandished their insolence
Like a twister up the alley
Spring ravaged
Waking, shaking the senses
Are we to the edge of the tempest?
Or winding in its eye
The Cove
Awake to waves on pebbles
The chinook sailing across the trees.
Settle.
Settle.
The songs of sparrows
Fresh of the meadow
Last blinks of Venus
As the sun scales
Scrambles up and over the Missions
To set the Big Sky ablaze
Warmly slowing the icy lake to ripples
Settle.
Settle.
Tiptoe to the granite edge
Crunch of last years needles
Flakes of flint from earth mother
Strengthen my feet
Nudge from below with their history
Settle.
Settle.
Into the air I soar suspended.
Weightless, extended
Eyes falling on the hills
Breathing the ponderosa
Blinking with every summer of life
Flooding my mind
Before the lake drinks me whole
Taking every sensation
But Home.
Settled.
Prompt 5: image haikus
Light galaxy breaks
Sparkling stillness of the lake
Come drift past the gap
Octagons of dry
Repelling cold from the sky
Raise your colors high
Singed through the bark
Love exposed striations
Sap seeps. Heart revealed
To Reid
Dear little brother-
Has your mind found quiet there beyond?
Has your broken body released?
Has your sideways smile come and gone?
Has the anger ceased?
We look to the water and mountains and sky.
We drink Diet Coke, eat hot dogs and club sandwiches too
We wonder what was truth and what was a lie
We laugh and cry and spin circles thinking of you
I am sorry I took the healthy genes
I am sorry I drew all the lucky cards
I am sorry I was the star of all the good scenes
I am sorry I let you die alone by the shards
Please light the sun with your fire
Please fill the wind with your laughter
Please tickle our memories when we tire
Please shine our souls with yours ever after.
With love,
Your Sister
The Partisans
Unsettled scores four ago
Charlatans disgorged our secrets
Picked at the scabs, pulled at the seams
Poured on the Gasoline
Every man for himself
Taking up arms against the Other
One step to the center and please. And hurry.
Into the news decade come the factions
Alternately storming or limping
Battle hardened, worn and weary
Unready for a plague
Unrest
Reset a few frozen ideologies
Melt identities
Together anew or further askew?
One step to the center please. And hurry.
The solution is not November
Opportunities arrive much more than every four
We are people within
Not only partisans
Surrender your opinions
Hold up the banner of human
One step to the center please. And hurry.
Recipe for Lost Productivity
Recipe for Lost Productivity
Grease a 5’5 well educated vessel. Pre-heat political and social climate to “Revolution”. Prepare ingredients and transfer directly to vessel, stirring aggressively as if it’s a pot:
1. Pandemic
2. Dubious leadership
3. Police Brutality
4. Protests
5. Social Media (for best results, cultivate your own with highly polarized and piquant notes)
Allow all ingredients to simmer throughout 2020, carefully checking that the vessel does not scorch. Best results achieved while working at home. Take small tastes on Monday mornings and Friday afternoon to see how flavor is developing. If overly bitter, add fresh air, flowers or digital images of kittens. Distracted, informed opinions are best served piping hot.
The Second Wave
Daughters of the founders
Cousins and mothers of the third
The invisible crest
The unheard
”Be anything you want”
”Be smart”
”Be Pretty”
”Be nice”
”Be good”
”Lean In”
So everybody can surf the amplitude
of your energy
your efforts
your quiet indignation
Frolicking in the froth
Never checking
for the women
Crashed
broken into a trough
Hello from Tysen
Hello All-
I am Tysen from the Seattle area. This will be my sixth half marathon, the first as a poet. My advance apologies for what I am going to write ;). See you all bright and early tomorrow!