Let this be a
poem seed that grows bigger
than a lilac bush
and that smells as sweet.
Let this be a
poem-pod that scrolls rainbows
across the sky
and rains out dirt complete.
And once the
colors grow and glow, let’s build
An ark of
freedom, an act of kindness
so that not color
nor language nor tone
arrests, so ICE
contracts certain blindness.
And then let’s
walk along the nearest stream,
and talk about
the flies, frogs, fish, and birds
we see, talk
about life, love, and how to
create so we can
move beyond these words.
The more we can
picture a future free,
The more likely that free future will be.
let this poem-seed grow and grow and grow!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Susan! First of all, I love the idea of an ark of freedom & the idea that ice will contract certain blindness. Oh that it would come to be!
ReplyDeleteAnd most of all, I love the ending:
"The more we can picture a future free,
The more likely that free future will be."
That is so true. We cannot lose hope. Never!
Wonderful! I believe in that arc, though it moves slowly........I think the monks have moved the needle quite a lot on their journey. I love your arc of freedom and that walk along the river talking about life. May it be so.
ReplyDeleteI hope. We. Will be able to grow new trees - and leave behind something beautiful- a thoughtful web of wonder - jae
ReplyDeleteOh what a gorgeous poem Absolutely love and totally believe in it. My favourites: the first and last stanza but love the whole poem
ReplyDeleteOh if only poetry had the power!!
ReplyDeleteI like to be "walking along a stream," who wouldn't? Seems the path would be easy to make, but try, it won't be easy. Sorry I am so late tonight. I generally compose while sitting on the side of my bed. I had this one pretty well ready but then I lost the snow picture I wanted to use. Tonight; on the bed looking for a suitable "Fresh snow on the road this one popped up in front of my BIL'S home.
ReplyDeleteMy creation wont survive very much traffic but I think a few will like. I do have an old Mustang, 28 years old but I have never made a donut with any car I've owned. Won't start now.
Thank you much for hosting again.
We must never yield by giving up hope. Beautiful inspirational poem
ReplyDeleteVery inspiring, and lovely poem, Susan. I love "poem-pods".
ReplyDelete