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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.
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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.
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| Philadelphia Museum of Art and Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes (2016). |
Posted for my prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Vision
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast
An extraordinary poem. I especially loved the last 2 verses. Very well written.
ReplyDeleteThere 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!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
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.)
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful poem. Was [t more than coincidence the heavy use of "We" at the end of your work? (I don't think so)
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteLove what you have done here juxtaposing art with activism... hope indeed voices will be heard and the time of the peaceful revolution has come.
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem, Susan. I love the presentation of it, and was struck by, 'powerless imagination.'
ReplyDelete" Under mud old seeds will sprout
ReplyDeletein 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 :)
What a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThe 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
ReplyDeleteYou 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
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, thanks for starting us out an a very challenging prompt
much love...
stream of consciousness vision...positive striking ...full of hope...
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