Poem #1, Prompt #1, Goddess Presence, RedStar
In the presence of a Goddess, I am transformed.
I am seen. I am known. I am loved. I am enough.
Leslie
She often says, “I’d rather ask forgiveness
than ask permission” and
this is how she creates
magic from her intentions.
Beachside cottages, children,
an apartment for the cats,
then a labyrinth, a real labyrinth,
taking shape in the desert
under her direction.
At the solstice we gather
and set our intentions,
then walk the circular path
toward peace and clarity.
We bless the four directions.
We drink cider and eat gingersnaps.
We build community made possible
by one woman’s bold vision.
Hour 1 (2020)
I see her in the puddles shimmering in the subway entrance
on the scaffolding of post-war apartment buildings
where she once held passionate court
Her voice echoes still in the bustle of Berlin,
through the prison bars that sought to restrain her
bold, antifacist, and lesbian.
Now I sit in that cafe
where she spent her later years
mourning the death of her young lover
I blow a kiss to you, Hilde Radusch
and the road you’ve paved for me
Intro
I am an artist by nature and profession. I graduated with a BA degree in English Writing from the University of Colorado and my emphasis is in Creative Writing.
*I take pictures too.
Poem Hour One
Dee
Dee she was, never Doris.
Rarely mum or grandma.
Just Dee – no just about her.
Short, but not a risk you would overlook her.
Glamorous and strong, fiery and fierce,
Right up to the age of 96.
Family by blood or not,
Once in you stayed,
But you had better behave,
No fools suffered here,
Her memory almost as long
As her rich, full life.
A teacher always,
Science a passion,
Art, music, food she loved,
But books her weapon of choice –
To read, to teach, and then
To publish.
Headstrong to the end,
Centre of any room.
Her presence larger than she was,
She would receive visitors majestically –
When appearing with gifts
Of coffee, whisky, cake.
Her long reign now over,
A gap in our hearts and life,
For Doris, Dee,
Sister, wife, mother, aunt,
Grandmother, great-grandmother,
Great aunt.
Poem1 Aqua
Where will we go from here,
We can’t even stand near.
To each other,
Is it even safe to visit mother?
We are told to stay in doors, and safer at home.
But it is human nature to want to roam.
To be free, then we stand up for our rights.
It was over the fights and then it’s continued into the nights.
What does our future hold if we all do not unite?
But even our president won’t wear his mask and his gatherers.
It’s just not right.
The beaches are packed, and although recently opened the bars are now closed.
Looks like the reopening plan, it’s kind of got hosed.
Please wear your mask and don’t uncover your nose.
And hope and pray for the best while we hear each day how it all goes.
2020 Prompt One (1): Courageous Women [Hour 1]
COURAGEOUS WOMEN
A woman of courage . . .
To live is our grace!
To have come here . . .
In a patriarchal society;
fighting hard to be matriarchal!
It’s time …
We knew!
We know!
Yet, someone over rode it —
Commit the sin …
Never mess with Mother Nature!
And when you do, the virus came!
We shall overcome, though.
Never forget …
Teach your children well!
Reach for women, in respect!
For they create life within …
and deliver it outward.
Do not mistreat her.
Bless her presence!
Know her strength!
Listen …
Know …
Acknowledge …
Then, she rises you up, too!
hour 1 poem
Breakfast
Breakfast are different yes they are
Around the world they are by far
A rasher of bacon and eggs well done
Maybe rice with greens and a nice hot fish
Those with some taste might seek a croissant
Toast is a favorite served many a way
But for me no Vegemite un huh no way
Maybe a crepe by any other name
Will sit on you plate waiting to be claimed
Yes, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day
So here I sit eating it and pecking away
So wherever you are on this world this day
May you have a great breakfast so you will not fray!
(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. PROMPT: famous woman
even though, she
even though
—she denied climate change
—had selfish views on marriage
—took the bible literally
even though
—she rarely praised me
—lavishing love instead
—on Rueben
even though
—she claimed I did
—she always had to have
—the last word
even though
—she ran for parliament
—three times thankfully
—she was never elected
even though
—she was all these things
i still miss her
—she was after all
—
—————my mother