Saturday, March 9, 2024
San Antonio by Naomi Shihab Nye
San Antonio
Tonight I lingered over your name,
the delicate assembly of vowels
a voice inside my head.
You were sleeping when I arrived.
I stood by your bed
and watched the sheets rise gently.
I knew what slant of light
would make you turn over.
It was then I felt
the highways slide out of my hands.
I remembered the old men
in the west side cafe,
dealing dominoes like magical charms.
It was then I knew,
like a woman looking backward,
I could not leave you,
or find anyone I loved more.
-- Naomi Shihab Nye, from Is This Forever, or What? Poems and Paintings from Texas.
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
Calling All Grandmothers by Alice Walker
We have to live differently.
or we will die
in the same old ways.
Therefore
I call on all Grand Mothers
everywhere on the planet
to rise and take your place
in the leadership of the world.
Come out of the kitchen
out of the fields
out of the beauty parlors
out of the television
Step forward and assume
the role for which you were
created:
to lead humanity
to health, happiness
and sanity.
I call on all the
Grand Mothers of Earth
and every person
who possesses the
Grand Mother Spirit
of respect for life and
protection of the young
to rise and lead.
The life of our species
depends on it.
& I call on all men of Earth
to gracefully
and gratefully
stand aside
& let them
(let us) do so.
Saturday, March 2, 2024
Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry by Howard Nemerov, (1920 – 1991)
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned to pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.
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