Hour 2: “Promises to Keep”

 “Supreme Court Invalidates Key Part of Voting Rights Act”

 

My peers, savoring fresh air, are buying campers

And basking in wonders of waterfalls

And sunsets and snowy woods and meandering

Rivers and breathless vistas atop

breezy mountains aiming for paradise

 

My retired friends vacation in Hawaii

Tour Europe and cruise the Mediterranean —

where the seas are smooth and calm —

They relish Alaska’s northern shore –

where they watch dawn’s borealis shimmer like a dream

of angel’s wings, brushing the sky in rainbows

without the inconvenience of rain

 

“But I have promises to keep”

Promises made to the ancestors

Who brought me through

And made this way

out for me

when there was no way

 

I have honor to keep

To carry the dream for

Progeny because

The battle was won for me, for them

Yet the war rages on

 

I have war songs to sing

Set to the cadence of higher ground,

Marching to Sweet Honey’s pure sound

And Ella’s prophetic voice:

“We who believe in freedom cannot rest”

 

Slipping up mountains coated with life’s blood

Carrying the burdens of this history

“Lifting as we climb”

Letting the future know

They won’t be able to retire

from this battlefield

For we have “miles to go”

And “promises to keep”

 

Drizzles in the first hour

 

The palpable excitement

Burst out

In

Light drizzles,

 

 

 

Wetting the words

As i

 

Write them…

 

Waiting for more.

 

 

Smeetha, June 25, 2022, 7pm, India

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swimming Lesson

Since I was five I’ve been learning to swim

I don’t know if I’m trying too hard and losing momentum

like what often happens when I want so much for something to happen

i might have to sing underwater

because

like swimming and learning violin

my attempts to sing ‘seriously’ often failed

i wanted to sing champagne

when my voice is river water

i thought myself operatic

when plainsong, the elegant ease

of a Beatles song, more suited me

am I trying so hard to prove I’m strong and athletic, so adept at operatic scales

when Mersey mermaid scales are more my

trill?

 

A Sigh

 

There’s never enough of you to go around,

I stare at you dripping down the stall,

Steam rising off a tired, sore body.

Drops plop and trickle down the drain.

I imagine distant cooler days ahead,

In my sweating, stinking summer daze.

A sigh as a shower head gives refuge,

Spraying my sticky skin with encouragement.

But patience evaporates with the truth,

That the sun will get the last laugh,=

Push

Flapping arms and buried feet
Tide in
Tidal recession.
Are they going to chase it?
Solar paneled hair
All black and charged up
Baked by the sun.
They rush to meet the foam
The cold laps at their faces this time.

I try to pull them back.
They run against
My intervention.

They love the swirl
They cold nip
Bringing back to present sensation.
My adult sensibility can hold no sway here.

I know it’s beautiful

But don’t go so deep you drown

I know it’s beautiful

There is no holding you back.
The more I try
The more you and the water
Both locked in your dance of resistance
Push.

post 1: drowning

you are somewhere in the distance

the water deep and cold between us

your face fades into the waves

you drop below the horizon

the water carries you away

I struggle with the tide

how will I save us

who will know to pull me out

how will they reach you

the water drags me away from you

throws me

alone

still breathing

on the shore

Ode to a Water Lily – Hour 1

 

I envy you, water lily

quietly floating along the shallow shore.

 

Your pearly white petals open

to welcome the day,

sunlight bursting forth

from your golden heart.

 

Like hands raised in varada mudra

you spread kindness

emanating the peace

I so desperately seek.

 

Painting: Waterlilies painted on canoe paddle, Copyright Wendie Donabie

2022 #1 – Feelings

Pain, suffering, and anguish.
Memories from the past,
bad times long gone.

Happy, hopeful, and calm.
Living in the moment,
ready for the world.

Quiet, peaceful, and serene.
Thoughts of the future,
good times to come.

America, (When It’s) Not-so-Beautiful

Current state of our Nation –
divided –
racism, politics, economy, crime –
you’ve got your opinion,
and I’ve got mine,
but respect for each of our freedoms
seems to have gone by the wayside.
If Uncle Sam
gazed into the mirror,
his reflection would show
like real Dorian Gray –
an ugly Truth.

Cactus

To love a Cactus
Prickly is this love
Irritable is this love
Painful is this love
Most difficult is this love
The art of loving Cactus