18 January 2017

Tuning Up the Image of Country





Remember when we changed our tune from City on the Hill
to Melting Pot?  From Melting Pot to Salad Bowl?  I don’t either.

I don’t mind salad which can be tossed and dressed and served,
but much prefer imagining a box of crayons, the bigger the better

(As long as we can still carry it, as long as it doesn’t exceed
the magnitude of its form) and allowing so much creative difference

That the skies sit up and take notice page after page, a never ending
story, a layered collage that refuses to morph into a hologram

That broken does not become little miniatures of itself, but becomes
so impoverished that all its elements contrive to stay whole.

Unity of heart is not conformity, is not swallowing the dis-harmonies
of sound but displaying them excitedly in a music festival

In a museum of art without walls, a lending library of products
and tools, an endless street of restaurants, a curving forest crust

Visible from outer and inner space, happy habitat of humanity
which has enough of enough not to need cannibals ever again.

I prefer the tune from boxes of crayons and art supplies that we can
replenish and expand without feeding on each other.





Posted for my Prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Unity



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© 2017 Susan L. Chast




11 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Unity of heart is not conformity, is not swallowing the dis-harmonies
of sound but displaying them excitedly in a music festival

This is soo powerful.. so deep.. it urges me to ponder and it urges me to sing!!❤️ xo

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

There's an awful lot of feeding on each other that goes on in this world. I share your hope that it might, somehow, diminish.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"....that all its elements contrive to stay whole." We need to heed this message well in the days to come. An awesome write, my friend. I adore the vision of that "happy habitat of humanity" - the way it was meant to be - a garden of delight.

Old Egg said...

Creativity as you imply is the answer however we need to be sensible about it as too much of what we need is being traded for a too great a price to allow a few make a huge profit especially in pharmaceuticals. That is definitely not humane. Meanwhile half the world is happy to see the other half starve whilst wasting enough food to feed millions. Unity has a different meaning when you have a fat wallet.

Well that got me worked up!

Martin Kloess said...

I think, women are beautiful with a touch of red and black somewhere. With big box of crayons, what a rainbow I can make. This is my view of the world. Great poem...

gillena cox said...

Luv your box of crayon metaphor Susan

Much love...

Jae Rose said...

I think crayons are a very good place to start - you made me remember the smell and the possibilities of a fresh box and a clean piece of paper to make magic on

Sumana Roy said...

"happy habitat of humanity" & add to it "Unity of heart" & "a music festival"...how perfectly "a layered collage" emerges with the 'tune' from 'boxes of crayons' and who would not wish it to be a 'never ending story'? this is truly Unity....beautiful Susan....

Panchali said...

Oh, this is such a beautiful poem, Susan. "Tuning" (most worked-upon emotion, I guess) sounds so mesmeric here-- Art making is my way of bringing soul back into my life and the colours take me apart; and put me back together again!!
Very interesting....:)))

rudraprayaga said...

'I prefer the tune from boxes of crayons and art supplies that we can
replenish and expand without feeding on each other'.

It sounds relevant.I liked your version.

Nicholas V said...

A beautiful poem, Susan. The self-evident "unity is not conformity" is so hard for many people to comprehend...