That post did not post all the way…but the important part was
Ellespeth ❤️
That post did not post all the way…but the important part was
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All goes fairly well…
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The other day I was reading a poem by Sylvia Plath. Mad Girls Love Song. Then I listened to a YouTube audio of someone reading it. I drifted away, and wrote this poem. I often do compose these sorts of poems on a moment. I’ll share this one. Unedited so beware:)
An Abstract Villanelle
When do they start
and where?
Those surface cracks.
On a vessel.
Unnoticed.
Except by the vessel.
When do they break
and how?
Those surface cracks.
Until
Broken pieces of a vessel
fall.
Let them stay lying there
broken
pieces of vessel
to be discovered
but
on another day.
Ellespeth
Driving to my first day at a new job. Thinking “this must be some joke thing like War of the Worlds that keeps coming on the radio”. Turning the radio off. Thinking “this is really a disgusting joke”. Arriving to the office. Finding out. Grieving. Still.
Ellespeth ❤️
(photo from article: https://www.cnn.com/interactive/2021/09/us/9-11-photos-cnnphotos/)
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…come back and bite yourself on the arse.
Remember when Trump said :
“You know what we used to do in the old days when we were smart, right? The spies and treason, we used to handle it a little differently than we do now.”
He’s lucky he won’t have to eat his own words. Inadvertently, his actions may unite our country.
Ellespeth ❤️
Course Syllabus: How to flush your country down the toilet.
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Inside the poet is a fire and, depending on where a spark may land, comes the light of an unexpected gift. A silent void anyone can reach differently.
Listening to this song today. John Prine. Just a great songwriter. Thinking about the core values of the words. And “little pictures have big ears” and, what exactly the “gold”is ,today, that might soothe a person. And my grandchildren – being raised with ‘first hand’ values rather than ‘ second hand’ ones no longer relevant for their times.
And I just don’t know. So much shit happening, in our country, the last two week. It’s scary. Yesterday, I helped my grandkids out the pool and bundled them in towels and held them close and thought how difficult the future would be for them and hoped for something better than today.
But I don’t feel hopeful that living in a world – like today’s – will be better for them…
So there –
Ellespeth ❤️
Almost Left Behind
From inside
where certainty and uncertainty
reside
can be heard the chattering
of dreams beckoning
to a window’s reflection
almost fading away.
Ellespeth
The Prayer of Saint Francis…
I am a Franciscan, and into this prayer I place my hope. Ego and hatred must not prevail.
Ellespeth ❤️