Monday, February 22, 2021

Goodbye to 2020

Goodbye to 2020


Prologue:

We live our lives in a spiral

That begins and ends in a year

And still we exclaim, “Is it always the same?

Will a FUTURE ever appear?”

(Will a true future ever appear?)


**A**

Goodbye to a year that was frozen

In habits forever engrained

With the tyrants enclosed in their stock market castles

With silk-puckered gowns & brocade


While the hospitals fill

With the fevered

While their families look on in vain

As their loved ones lie dying

In fierce isolation 

Unheard and untouched and unnamed


**B** [Chorus]

Goodbye to the children in cages

Mad rulers who bluster and rage

Hello to the unions of lovers and leapers

The she’s and the he’s and they’s


And we’ll be singing

A new beginning

And we’ll be living

The earth’s own song


We’ll be her friend

Not her extractors

Be her servants

Seeking to mend


**C**

There’s a school that surrounded by gardens

A prairie and two thousand trees

That they planted themselves in the dirt that they’ve held

Like the frogs that slip into the stream

And they’ll watch it unfold as they come to know

What it means to be humble and green

What it means to be humble and green

            **D**

Goodbye to the murder of black men

As they stand or they walk or they speak

The knee on the neck, the shots in the back

No questions, no pause, no relief

No questions, no pause, no release


Hello to the wonder of

Knowing each other

Our music, our histories revealed

Our voices and yearnings

Our failures and turnings

Give us grace to recover ourselves

Give us grace to discover ourselves


-[Repeat B - Chorus]-


**E**

And thus we’ll envision

We’ll sit up and listen

To the facts we’ve evaded so long

Goodbye to the blindness

Hello to the kindness

We’ve left buried deep

We’ve forgotten to speak

With our hearts and our quivering tongues

With our hearts and our opening tongues


**F**

At the edge of the sky there’s a window

Where the faces of others arise

Through the mist of a jungle

The breath of a tunnel

And a village still rich and alive


The children leap into the river

They lift up their faces and shiver

Haul sunfish in hands for their dinner

And laugh the world back with their eyes

And laugh the world back with their lives

**

Epilogue:

We live our lives in a spiral

That begins and ends in a year

And still we exclaim, “Is it always the same?

Will a FUTURE ever appear?”

(Will a true future ever appear?)


© Terry Hermsen, 2021


To listen to the song performed, click on the orange link immediately below:                              

YouTube link:   Goodbye to 2020 ~ Performed by Bill Walker


Photo from the "On the Road to Happiness" website
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Sunday, February 21, 2021

Roses to the Poets

Roses to the poets who might have been, but for …


the paralysis of pain

the security of consent

the ease of silence


Roses for the stillborn words


© William Vollrath, 2020 

"Gladioli and Roses"
by Henri Fantin-Latour (1836-1904)
Guildhall Art Gallery
from Wikimedia Commons

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

I did not know / old childhood friend

I did not know 

I had a child to protect

I did not know 

she was used to neglect 

I did not know 

how to feed her 

what she liked to wear

how to hold or care 

for her skin and hair 

I did not know 

how to protect her 

because I did not have 

the strength to fail

until one cold and stormy evening

I heard a ring

and there at my door step 

was a wet 

familiar little girl 

yellow blanket and grey bear 

in her tiny hand 

a warm forgiving look 

in her hazel eyes 

it was then I realized 

that I did not recognize 

her needs as mine 

I had refused to listen 

to her inherent wisdom 

for years 

I could no longer hear 

her pleading for my presence:

my protection 

but then

last december

in the pouring rain 

there she was 

open arms

no raincoat on

welcoming my grief 

like an old childhood friend 

where she asked again 

and this time 

I listened

and instantly 

without judgement 

she offered the kind 

of kindness loss needs: 

a hand to hold

an eternal

internal hug 

standing in the rain

crying like the rain 

around us 

she showed me 

how to take off my armor: 

the denial I wore 

since before 

I can remember 

I told her 

“it hurts, this letting go. 

I do not know 

my life without it.”

she said “it was never yours 

in the first place.”

and once free from its weight

she said softly 

“sometimes holding heaviness 

is a way of trying to forget.”

like I said

I did not know

I had a child to protect 

I did not know 

that this abandoned child 

standing in the rain

was me


© Jona Noelle Baily, 2021


Photo by Zurna Creative on Unsplash