from the wind-whipped edges of the earth, a poem …. and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

“If you want to end the war then instead of sending guns, send books. Instead of sending tanks, send pens. Instead of sending soldiers, send teachers.” ~ Malala Yousafzai (17 year-old Noble Peace Laureate)



tawny moon, an evening grace,
a calm drapes itself on the dwindling day

the mystic mountains, pristine, rise high above
an earthy base, the wizard Merlin’s realm
with memories of a green and primal past …
…….of rootedness
…………..essential things

and Peace!
a lively Peace …

visits us on the briny spray, delights
at the meeting of land and sea
at rhythms of ocean against the shore
as waves drift in and out, fling and toss
stop, start, begin again and then again
splashing, salt of a mother’s tears

moonlight wanes,
a liminal hour

and Peace!
capricious Peace …

see the moon incised, a holograph
from wind-whipped edges of the Earth,
read reports of valour and cowardice
…….the blight of insanity
…………..the naked lives
jarring, the morning dispatch
tragedies, under the heel of depravity

. . .guns, bombs, drones

………..psychopaths, forever with us

people fleeing the lacerations of their plight
Oh! the crushing horror of their fright

“In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.” Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

© 2017, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved

WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

Peace! Capricious. Unevenly distributed. We can be the peace but what do we do about the psychopaths?  How do we mop up the blood? How do we hang on to our hope? Tells us in a poem or poems.

Share your poem/s on theme or a link to it/them in the comments section below.

All poems on theme will be published next Tuesday. Please do NOT email your poem to me or leave it on Facebook. If you do it’s likely I’ll miss it or not see it in time.

Poems in response to this prompt will be considered for inclusion in the September issue of The BeZine, which is themed social justice.

IF this is your first time joining us for The Poet by Day, Wednesday Writing Prompt, please send a brief bio and photo to me at thepoetbyday@gmail.com in order to introduce yourself to the community … and to me :-).  These will be partnered with your poem/s on first publication.

Deadline:  Monday, July 23 at 8 p.m. Pacific.

Anyone may take part Wednesday Writing Prompt, no matter the status of your career: novice, emerging or pro.  It’s about exercising the poetic muscle, sharing your work, and getting to know other poets who might be new to you. This is a discerning nonjudgemental place to connect.


ABOUT

Poet and writer, I was once columnist and associate editor of a regional employment publication. Currently I run this site, The Poet by Day, an information hub for poets and writers. I am the managing editor of The BeZine published by The Bardo Group Beguines (originally The Bardo Group), a virtual arts collective I founded.  I am a weekly contributor to Beguine Again, a site showcasing spiritual writers.

My work is featured in a variety of publications and on sites, including: Levure littéraure, Ramingo’s PorchVita Brevis Literature,Compass Rose, Connotation PressThe Bar None GroupSalamander CoveSecond LightI Am Not a Silent PoetMeta / Phor(e) /Play, and California Woman.

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13 thoughts on “from the wind-whipped edges of the earth, a poem …. and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

  1. Hi Jamie,

    Here’s my third:

    our unbattle (Apologies to re cummings)

    in unwars, highly untrained unsoldiers
    unskilled in unkilling, unhelp

    unrefugees unhomeless untrek
    thousands of unkilometres

    to an unwelcome in unpeaceful uncountries,
    with untightened unborder uncontrols.

    unghosts unhaunt their and our undreams
    with unscreams where every unnoise

    is the undead unwounded, unfathered,
    unmothered children unstare with uneyes.

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  2. Hi Jamie,

    Here’s my third:

    To Avoid Absolutes.

    Advice given to me
    as a novice know it all writer

    when I used words “hope,
    love, hate, beauty, ugly.”

    Keep it concrete description.
    Answer five questions: Why,
    how, when, where, what.

    What did they know? I
    would write what I wanted.

    Why? Because I could.
    How? Simple, read this.

    When? Just this minute.
    Where? In my hand.

    What? Look there. On
    the page. What’s the frown for?

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  3. Hi Jamie,

    Here’s my second:

    Hope In Small Spaces

    since September the public have been invited to name storms that blow hard enough. Today’s storm is called Barney. Last week it was Abigail.

    while black patches of damp splatter on the white bathroom, plaster crackles off, dark marks around the double glazing and aroma of decay, the morning shower is good

    you travel to hospital to have the active cancer removed from your womb, while the grandkids, your mam and I distract ourselves with a meal in The Horseshoe

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  4. Hi Jamie,

    Here’s my first response:

    Hopelessness Is Life

    Only the hopeless live.
    Only hopelessness makes you smile.

    When all hopelessness is gone
    then you will grieve at the loss.

    There are three streets we can go down,
    Faithlessness, Hopelessness and Selfishness

    Without one of these the others cannot exist.
    There must always be hopelessness

    in the best of times. It reminds us of an edge
    to life. Surrender to hopelessness

    and all will be well. It is the force that drives
    all that is worthwhile and good.

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  5. Hello Jamie, Below is my response. Thanks as always! Debasis

    butcher them carefully

    i hate how these metal benches are now sighing for the the stall of dawn / how impossible to have again between his eyes & mine evening stars becalmed by a darkness in which we can cry only in dream

    the toll-free number destined for detained parents weave rehearsal for life like the dance of corn fields too far to see by / that is that / what better road to the door of dawn could kid draw on the ribs of my cage with his broken piece of chalk

    fuck dawn

    the warm vapor of morning ablaze in ICE detention center becomes elegies for his dragged off cries / being told that the best chance i have of seeing my son is to plead guilty i am now peace with memory games

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  6. and this

    Let There be Peace

    we look for peace as an outcome
    of war with other nations
    we look for peace as product
    of selfish accumulation

    we look for peace in pridefulness
    mistaking bullying for might
    we look for peace in hiddenness
    keeping deception out of sight

    we look for peace in armies
    enlisting those who may be lost
    we look for peace in destruction
    never counting all the costs

    we look for peace within the walls
    that keep the others out
    we look for peace in laborious laws
    without knowing what they’re about

    we look for peace in blame and shame
    to quiet all the voices
    we look for peace in entitlement
    thinking we just need more choices

    we look for peace in fulfillment
    pretending it’s only about just me
    we look for peace in breaking rules
    re-labeling it as free

    we look for peace in marches
    in protests, walk outs and such
    we look for peace in demands of others
    without shifting ourselves too much

    we look for peace in a million ways
    repeated as if each one is new
    but until we know it within ourselves
    there’s little we can do.

    Let it begin with me.

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  7. Jamie –
    Beautiful poem – again! If wishing could make it so – Peace.

    Planting Peace

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    in desert and hostile ground

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    when pulled up from its planting

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    when left unattended

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    when damaged and rejected

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    in famine and in drought

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    when sheared from all sides

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    in poverty and war

    the peace rose doesn’t grow
    when left unplanted as a seed

    the peace rose can only grow
    when nurtured from beginning.

    deb y felio

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