tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20804936292414421772024-03-26T23:37:59.253-07:00Hello my name is....Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09037544390731217891noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080493629241442177.post-73447991381869464302017-12-14T08:03:00.001-08:002017-12-14T08:03:24.907-08:00Whistling a death song, in the house of dawn<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>photo by <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/dirigentens/6869247638/in/photolist-bt1G17-dpyphH-DfEfTj-5chRBm-dpB4us-gRDhqm-nmkDn5-YZm5L5-21dYYmq-6gxdyy-4r95tb-6A1QDv-5g8VwW-YREGvL-agK5Q4-Z23Rpg-7ujfpg-aFFhRH-dkHtpe-aCmpKd-YYvrYY-dtx4vj-UBxkzi-25rYGj-8svZdo-BMi2U-afzoSj-BHLyit-GVSU4a-UyQbaG-5CvuPV-CPYR4B-CzDQEJ-DVU3JC-gGSzz-dexAyw-aPNm2X-dUfHor-az6MfQ-myMpku-rpcK67-8WYqFz-gon4oW-e2ghq5-ixYGFP-a3VnMg-21hDiYL-ZfcZiG-7aGttT-dZHEPp">Mikael Molner</a></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The wind is a river that borrows its name</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> from everything it touches --</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> it touches </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">rock faces chiseled</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by time,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by the elements, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> human developments --- </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the mirror, I draw the razor across my throat & most days, try </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">only to look </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">at the flesh left clean in its passing,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">& not notice the weathering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> surface</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because I can take it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's what they taught us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When they come to take your name, be Strong.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't let them see that it matters.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As if our defiance, made us impervious & it's not so much</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">busted flesh // you can only see bruises so long before they burrow </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">beyond witness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> //tears are weakness,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even rivers must respect their banks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> & the pull to find the lowest point. Fall from cliffs, & they'll come</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> from miles around to take pictures with you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Roil & pool, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Reflect & evaporate -- disperse themselves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in the ocean</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of others.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drop a seed in a crack, and if it takes, will split the largest boulder</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">as it sprouts, spreads roots & a tree grows</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">because we take as truth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> whatever we let inside,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No, that's not true, because I didn't let you --</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just took what you had to plant, because what I gave you was entrance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">into the sacred soil, the sum of my inheritance,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the dust & earth two hands took</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> & formed me</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This too is weathering.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">& some days your words still echo in the hollow, where the tree grows,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where the tree grew, where the wind came to take my name,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where my chiseled face stares back</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">& I put down the razor,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> like I put down the axe long ago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&say my name, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> over & over until each syllable is a known shape</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in the space between my tongue & teeth,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> until west moves east</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't mourn me, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mourn for the you,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> we both once knew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I am in the upper room with the Mao-ist, breaking bread under an image of Lenin, Trotsky, Stalin and, of course, Mao, all smiling as they face the hammer & sickle ---</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the only adornment in an otherwise concrete room, sans the mat under the knee high tables. All the chairs are mismatched -- some plastic, wood benches, a couple stools of bamboo and bike tires -- standing room and wall space</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">an ebb&flow of red&white hats, t-shirts & flag draped shoulders up an iron spiral stairwell. The salty sweat of pressed flesh, sun and hard baked earth. A man, from the back, brings a big metal bowl of rice & pumpkin. Spice&steam. Another group ascends. The room erupts, as they show red thumb nails.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is the first time they have voted in 20 years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Across the chowk, the Sun celebrate in a house. Congress. Marxist-Leninist. A line of robes, or pants, of shorts & sandaled feet chatter animatedly,as they wait in a river awaiting their chance to rise. Tribals in bare feet. Adidas&bling. Move a few steps. Chatter more. Friends. Neighbors. Countrymen. Lending ears, to discuss this </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A man, no more than twenty, tries to explain all thirty political parties at once. Their all Communist, but each different. How one-third of the seats have been reserved for women. How they stamp with the seal of their party. The rest is lost ---</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A group leans off the balcony, yelling to those in the street. Small knots of men bend over bowls using their fingers to eat. Through an opening, the women in another room talk, point, &speak in tongues beyond my hearing, peek in on us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">No one wants to leave. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is the democracy they have sought.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Have fought for.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tomorrow, they will return -- to town, villages, to work. At the river, women will carry baskets of sand, gravel and concrete to a mixer. A man will add water. Boys will wheelbarrow the mix to as far as they have gotten. Another year, they'll have a bridge</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">connecting the city, to the town, to the villages, to the jungles and the mountains, to bring new stores. There is already an all inclusive four-story shop in the city. Not as cheap as the market, but convenient. With no haggling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It sobers me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">But tonight, they celebrate, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">in one voice,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> and in many.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>for <a href="http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/">PU</a></i></span>Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09037544390731217891noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080493629241442177.post-61131450993545513422017-12-11T16:37:00.001-08:002017-12-11T16:37:14.720-08:00Love is the pleasant surprise of where you will arrive each day<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>photo by <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/127130111@N06/29244646431">J Mcspooran</a></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You ask me to make the bed</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">& unsure into what, I take the mountains of blankets of sheets, we skinned like a fish to meet the day, and shape them into a castle. Thick at the foundation, it rises into spires - where I poke faux windows to wave from - balance balconies on all sides, flip a corner into a drawbridge across the moat and down a small hillock to the lake edge. Here on the shore of us, I collect shells. Put them to my ear, and sway in the sounds of our surf. In and out it pulls. The ridges where your ribs lay are waves. I canoe through their crests, to the far shore, climb the mound of your pillow to the hilltop and lay back - surveying the kingdom. I did not make this - for what can we truly make, more than let - yet humbly accept, here I find myself. I lay, letting the sun re-warm the place we shared, cast rainbows through the last of the rain, that end in my chest and drift into the warm scent of last night - and the dreams that danced. Barefoot in the grass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spring is the country </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where your border agents stamp</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my passport page heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>for <a href="http://www.dversepoets.com/">dverse</a></i></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo by <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/thomasletholsen/7058180723/in/photolist-bKH2e6-9Jri6V-c6M3ch-pXfd8B-9WZUtE-8VDAyZ-9Ju8fN-8VDAeK-5qaRNe-8VGDXm-9Jrhdr-hw3fgi-ajZeQh-9Ju2k1-6MbTQU-5QjQd-q6VLMG-oykjfE-5nwwkR-q6o58w-9Ju7E1-5Fcvzh-4pKshz-Y1d6cL-9Jregv-8PSvHn-bN87yV-9Jrb3R-45t92F-XdFiNv-aqBJiM-qkAuMc-bitZyD-aKG3He-TdAqMa-a5PX9h-9BmzwL-8PbpKc-7iNm9y-eck95u-dAM6ML-9G3hAM-894mF6-URBfAh-eeXBz3-87mhMZ-8KdVMa-Dasdyz-9JrdHV-eekjfo">Thomas Leth-Olson</a></td></tr>
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Enjoy the read.<br />
I still visit/read/leave my breadtrail through the forest.<br />
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You really like something, or you want to rap about something, I am fairly easy to reach: <a href="mailto:xpoet73@gmail.com">xpoet73@gmail.com</a><br />
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Everyday, for now, I will put a new poem up and take the old one down.<br />
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