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Month: October 2016
A Brutiful Truth – a poem
with thanks to Glennon Doyle Melton for coining the conundrum.
You can listen to this poem here.
This poem has been pulsing since 4:14am
Lucky numbers by all accounts of my heart and that of my sister’s
Turn toward the Brutiful
Brutal
Kids under rubble and the angry tides of Matthew
A Haiti not forgotten
though tramped upon
by a sasquatch of narcissistic personality disorder
riding the waves of misogyny
What’s that?
It’s a swimmer on dry land for a spell
twenty minutes of misbehavior captured
in the face of
little girl brides
left home from school
and boys who can’t walk home and wander
for their profiles
may elicit
shots fired
their strides, their skin
their love of Legos
who then can face this day?
Vote in a parade of misfits
your bread is treated with five rounds of Roundup
Wheat and the big C
amber waves of
wait
did you see a loophole
in the Dakota pipeline?
Muslims marching for
Sioux Cherokee Chumash
or was their a spark of hope
in a Syrian Santa
passing stuffed animals
to tiny hands in Aleppo?
I rise, swipe, pray, breathe
Lakshmi
Goddess of wealth, fortune and prosperity
it lies in our spirit
she whispers
four hands forward and back
edit out the brutal
for three pulses of your heart
one
reading tea leaves on the isle of Orcas
where Heron visit reeds
Crane signify Druid patience
longevity and secret knowledge
two
there’s my boy
puppets, drawing Illuminati and begging for
wrestlemania in oxidized waters
yes, I say and green light, statue
marco
three
hash browns and hail marys
a candle lit for
a cousin
trees digging dry soil
the taproot still finding sustenance
in the hope
if we face the Brutal
underneath we will find
the Beautiful
it is ours
each time we
say yes to
love
Building a Better Block — for Bethel, Vermont
To view the video that illustrates the poem, click here.
To listen to the poem, click here.
a dog named Denise
and a deconstructed taco
this one Vermonted up
with pork and apple chutney
the vegetarian is not mailed in
uncrowded mushrooms dance with pepitas
until Crazy Gringo Taco Bar runs out
I spin into Gilead confections
before cash leaves hand
a salted caramel seduces the buds
More!
they cry, More! More!
so an apple cobbler with cream cheese filling
take five bar
and my childhood favorite: elephant ears
Alas I am abuzz with cane and confidence
fly to The Hive
with fair Lindsey
who learns to eat sunshine and poetry
while painted faces born of my namesake, Stone
speak of favorites: broccoli, cauliflower, carrots
construction paper verse spills under and above glitter glue, feathers and pom poms
Kelly’s earth music
Anika’s bunny pumpkin puppy family dog poem, inverted
Cut to Lindley’s scraps crafted with fine furniture fingers
her earrings dangle from my lobes
reminding me of Vermont trees laden with faeries and tucked in Lylee’s golden pouch alongside Lisa’s felt snail, Joy Full
Did you know the B.U.G.s on chairs painted between vines and pines stand for
Bethel Under Ground?
Community insurrection for places to sit, sip and savor
Kirk speaks of midnight runs for theater seats on sidewalks
bounce to blue lanes where e-bikes zoom me forward and back
into a beer garden framed by Ola
the wave, beloved eighty years plus
earth and truth via Tennessee
she speaks of equality in the face of all the hoopla
knowing elegance over the mess of sloppy slurs
The checkers, chess and tic tac toe of tree stumps
make me wish for more stories
Doug settled in town after Fort this and that
fixing roads, minding a granddaughter
I assure you, I tell her,
as we both spill, trip and drop,
your mind is too full to worry over table corners
that’s no clumsy
you’re just creating fire
it’s a gentle burning
There’s a better block in Bethel now
sprouted amidst Nell’s pizza and dominoes
all hail the hearts who uncover treasures
chalk love
paint streets
waddle with wattles
for this
is
home
Rebecca Inspires Now 