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Independence Poem and Playlist

I celebrate Independence Day complete with watching fireworks. Despite the major flaws of many of the country’s founders in overlooking the equality of certain races and genders, I believe in the core idea of people forming the government and everyone having a say. But I’m troubled by what passes for patriotism in some circles these days as well as the backward movement on human rights. Anyway, here’s a poem I wrote and a playlist I curated for the day.

Allegiance

The city filled with flags proclaims
its puffed up patriotism
the billowed colors clamoring
for adoration, for awe.

The crest of a cardinal catches
my eye instead, my loyalty pledged
to saving it, to a future of
scarlet feathers brightening trees.

A constellation of white wood
anemones on the creek’s bank
garners my allegiance, my hope
for beauty in the years to come.

The first blueberries of the year
bring with them a taste of wonder
and a wish for a republic
filled with enough fruit for all.

Tomatoes, roses, rainbow stripe,
great whales, clean snow, and polar bears,
blue morpho butterflies, clear skies –
all things for which I take a stand.

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And my playlist, in large part celebrating those who have been historically excluded.

Happy Independence Day!

On Today’s Walk: A Cacophony of Birds

I was walking home from work this evening when I heard a cacophony, a racket, an avian hullabaloo. I tried not to think Hitchockian thoughts as I wondered what was up with those birds. So what is up with those birds?

“The Birds” or just some birds?

On Today’s Walk: Blessed Rain

Despite the amount of time since I’ve posted about it, I do still walk regularly. This evening’s walk was especially enjoyable because WE HAVE RAIN! Excuse my excitement. We’re several inches behind where we should be this time of year. Even if I hadn’t been able to find my umbrella, I probably would have gone out anyway.

Top part of frame is the edge of a blue and white polka dotted umbrella. Below that is a street leading to a park with lots of trees. All is wet. — The view from under the umbrella.

Poem: A Little Party Every Day

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We did it, folks! Thanks to donations from several people, my poetry raised $270 for the City of Refuge. I don’t yet know the total raised from all poets participating in the Poem-a-Thon.

I wrote to the prompt today, for my final poem. “…write something about celebrations–an event you celebrate, or how you celebrate. How do you turn the everyday into a festive occasion?” This is a little rough, but I can polish it later.

A Little Party Every Day

I try to have a little party for myself every day – good advice from a random stranger on the internet.

I made it through the workday
without crumbling and my legs are strong.
My phone is the portal to a million songs
enough reason to dance, swaying
to one upbeat tune before engaging
with pots and pans and chopping knives.
Pop a sparkling water and raise a glass
to snuggly cats and exams passed
as my loves share the small joys of their lives.
For enduring my dreaded recurring chore —
clipping coupons and meal planning
squeaky cart wheels and standing in line —
discount flowers from the grocery store.
A donut on the deck, stationed
for a prime view of the pollinators
darting and busy from color to color,
planting accomplished
and now a moment for observation.
A camp chair under the carport
with a cup of red rooibos tea
the joyful tap of rain above me
there’s time for a party, no matter how short.

Poem: This Like That, That Like This

It’s the penultimate day of the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. I had to send the bucket deep into the well to come up with anything today.

This Like That, That Like This

It’s funny how when I hear
tires whooshing along roadways
in the distance it can sound
like ocean waves rolling in
and out, the rhythmic pulsing
of air at steady intervals.
Maybe it’s my mind grasping
for the ancient familiar
to make sense of the now
or the impulse to create
categories – this like
that, that like this, a mirage
of mastery over what
is uncontrollable. Or.
It’s possible. A connection
is present in a real way
the great mechanism of
our running universe
providing the beat for all
we create and experience.

Poem: Continuance

Day 28 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. This is my most stream of consciousness poem so far, thinking about all the stuff happening everywhere.

Continuance

I sign petitions and people continue to suffer
I attend rallies and people continue to suffer
I hold signs, I write letters, I scrape ten dollars
From my bank account to help the cause
And maybe one person suffers a little less
I raise my voice against attacks
On the vulnerable and the attacks continue
The attacks continue but next to me
An ally is signing a petition
Community members are rallying for justice
Workers are sharing their hard-won earnings
To make the world less sick, more fair
And maybe a few people suffer a little less
And maybe a handful suffer a lot less
Suffering continues and attacks continue
And solidarity continues and the work continues
And sometimes joy breaks to the surface
And those who care continue to stand
Shoulder to shoulder because
What else is there to do

Poem: You, on the Riverbank

Getting my poem up late tonight. Entry 27 for the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon is inspired by a memory of a camping trip with my husband.

You, on the Riverbank

On my early morning walk I sought
solitude on the path to the river
believing I wanted to be alone.
All went as desired until I turned
at the last bend and there you were
ahead of me, already taking in
the newly wakened sunbeams tapping
sparks on the water. You didn’t hear me
stop behind, gazing at you gazing
toward the far bank through the center
of a jagged wreath of willow leaves
perfectly shaped for the view, the light
glowing around your silhouette focusing
you at the center of the scene, all
the world I could see a frame for you.

Poem: The Hummers Tease

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In the home stretch. It’s day 26 of 30 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. I’m writing about hummingbirds today.

The Hummers Tease

The hummers drop hints
that they’ve returned
to the trumpet vines
one more year.
Tiny shadows blink
through green sinews
like floaters in my eye.
Look at them directly,
they disappear.
Orange blossoms are
not yet open.
Look elsewhere little
thimbleful of feathers.
Grow and come back in a week.
Then dangle your colors
before me as you feed
giving me more than a tease.

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Poem: Taking Up Space

Day 25/30 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. Today’s poem was inspired by a conversation with a dear friend about the issue of taking up space while female.

Taking Up Space

Trying to outrun the apologies
that cling to my essence
I search for a space
out of the shadows
search for the daring to claim
some corner of light
a space to expand to my full
magnitude, an unshrinking
unwary unsorry
soul focused on more
than survival
maybe more than a corner
of light maybe without
even asking permission
more than a corner
not seeking permission

Poem: Bridge

Day 24/30 in the City of Refuge Poem-a-Thon. This feels pretty unfinished, but I’m calling it okay for tonight.

Bridge

A wooden foot bridge spans the creek
that divides the park near my house
I raised my kids on this bridge
or so it seems when I stand on it now
recalling the span of their years
at the site of our former daily adventures
when adventures were daily
This bridge was a place to loiter and plan
to learn about ripples and gravity
as twigs and rocks dropped to the current
It was our place to wait and watch
the fish and crawdads and neighbors
and birds. Once on a cold day even
a great blue heron, a solitary event
the span of its wings startling in enormity
We always brought home stories
A bridge is not primarily for lingering
of course and the crossing seemed
an ever satisfying feat in a young life
a solid accomplishment
I was there on the other side
and now I’m here in a new place
with a clear line between the two.