“Pithy and powerful, poetry is a popular art form at protests and rallies. From the civil rights and women’s liberation movements to Black Lives Matter, poetry is commanding enough to gather crowds in a city square and compact enough to demand attention on social media. Speaking truth to power remains a crucial role of the poet […]
When I die, bury my body amid a pile of leaves, then go home. Plant clematis vines along fences, fill the rest of your yard with only native flowers that will desire compost— tend them lovingly, as though you had cared for me. —Michael Dickel ©2007 This poem is in the forthcoming collection of Michael […]
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” Elie Wiesel In 2011, The Bardo Group Beguines (The BeZine and Beguine Again) collected poems and other works […]
June 15, 2018 “Having the right priorities in a wrong world will humble you with a journey that only love can sustain.” Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life As I sorted through the sustainability submissions for this issue, I was struck by two things: a preponderance of both love and sadness. […]
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the wheat has ripened, the lavender is fading
Just beautiful. For me, it brought to mind my aging parents and their on and off struggles. Thank you for giving it words.
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Ah, well it was my parents, husband and sister I was thinking of when I wrote this. Some other family as well. Thank you for letting me know it touched you.
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So many transitions …
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Part of what it means to be human, to love and live. I think human beings are remarkable for their ability to reach out and love even though they know it’s all going end.
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Well stated. Have a wonderful holiday!!
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Oh…that last line is indeed one that hits the mind hard and lingers.
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That last line sinks in like an ache on a damp day. *sigh*
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This has the lovely, sad feel of autumn. The last line is particularly poignant.
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Lovely descriptive poem wishing you a Peaceful weekend and wonderful new week Sue ❤
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Thank you, Sue. You too.
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