04 January 2017

Painting the Revolution Poem

Yesterday’s visit to the art museum
kept me alert in fields of night horses
and lions, blood and adults strong and wide
as rock, alive as deciduous trees.

Tomorrow we march to the capital
again if we want to—but who will go?
Determined young women in pussy caps
will weave a strand of pink through our colors,
our hope and pride, our bald and tightly curled
heads, our loud voices and frightened bright eyes.

Yesterday’s visit to the art museum
gutted us on the battlefield of strikes
against exploitation where skeletal
remains birth fascism—where babes grow up
to march with swastikas until red red
and more crimson spells victory in bold
sentences wakening trees who survive

Tomorrow we march to the capital
in all countries and states where corporate
monopolies profit from powerless
imaginations.  We take more courses.

Montenegro, Roberto (1887-1968) - 1938 The Double (Philadelphia Museum of Art, Pennsylvania, USA) | Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Yesterday’s visit to the art museum
showed us where we hid in masks of trees
and leaned on, learned from their core values
that knot their roots under visible grounds
of battle.  Under mud old seeds will sprout
in new communities of marigold
dreams, full baskets of fruit and peace lilies.

Tomorrow we need not march to know
these conversations reach our governments.
Everywhere we look we see people
we sat and talked with, anywhere we go
we have support and hold revolution
of power now in us, of us, for us.  

Philadelphia Museum of Art and Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes (2016).

Posted for my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Vision

My blog poems are rough drafts.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


Purba chakraborty said...

An extraordinary poem. I especially loved the last 2 verses. Very well written.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

There is so much passion in this poem, Susan! Especially in awe of these lines "Under mud old seeds will sprout in new communities of marigold dreams, full baskets of fruit and peace lilies." Beautifully executed!

Lots of love,

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Art is a powerful source for visions, as your poem so forcefully demonstrates. (I hope the march after Inauguration Day is just the first powerful step toward saying NO! to the powers of evil that would dismantle our democracy.)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a wonderful poem of activism....bless you for writing it, and for marching, to make more people aware of the harm being done to us all, and to the planet, by corporate greed.

Anonymous said...

Very powerful poem. Was [t more than coincidence the heavy use of "We" at the end of your work? (I don't think so)

Old Egg said...

What a poerful poem this is Susan. Too often we feel we are being pushed powerless in the wrong direction until we realize we can push right back and have our voices heard and effective.

thotpurge said...

Love what you have done here juxtaposing art with activism... hope indeed voices will be heard and the time of the peaceful revolution has come.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Amazing poem, Susan. I love the presentation of it, and was struck by, 'powerless imagination.'

Sumana Roy said...

" Under mud old seeds will sprout
in new communities of marigold
dreams, full baskets of fruit and peace lilies."...ah...we live in dream, trust, in fragrance of truth and beauty...so powerful and beautiful Susan....& thank you so so much for the precious comment on my blog :)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

What a wonderful poem!

Jae Rose said...

The end lines are particularly powerful in this poem - women truly have the capacity to be quite amazing - and revolutionary..in our quiet, sparkling and often silently brave ways

Gillena Cox said...

You gave us some backward glances which has etched so deeply into present existence our vision for the future can only be hope or we perish

Happy New Year, thanks for starting us out an a very challenging prompt

much love...

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

stream of consciousness vision...positive striking ...full of hope...