A war of attrition continues with death
a spy walking behind
a sense it follows a breath after the next
a shadow stretching back
to birth a battle cry,
today we win the war we lose tomorrow.
One can for a pocket full of policies
lose entire families—
hell is the inability to love.
We inch to the edge endangered species
wanting more than we need
computers phones gold homes cars
more animal than beasts
the corporate czar global leaders
give a harvest of grief
the Killing Fields, Rwanda, Darfur
Bosnia, East Timor,
how many holocausts before they cease—
Hell is an absence of love
in people who bend to hate and greed.
Death is the maker of creeds and men
withering away in the end
when hymns of eternal rest and peace
pour out into the air
like smoke over Syria
heaven betrayed by hells we made on earth.
World Poetry Day was declared by UNESCO in 1999. Each year, UNESCO meets and focuses on some particular poet and his or her works. Often, the spotlight is cast on poetry written in a minority or even rare and endangered language. Poetry recitals and similar events may also be held in various countries in recognition of the day.
Schools may have special poetry writing sessions or even contests, poets may be invited to recite their works in local cafes, and exhibits may put famous or new, local written poetic creations on display.
While World Poetry Day is on 21 March, it used to be in October, and some countries still observe it then.
“Look deeply at the big picture beyond revenge to compassion / We are broken or someday will be, but still beautiful, broken / Kintsugi, it all depends on we put the pieces back together.” ~ from “These boys, These Men” by Rayn Roberts
Enough meditation, three a.m. earbuds Dream # 9
reading Merton’s Seven Story Mountain in stillness,
the temple bell shakes the universe, calling monks
to save all beings in hell, a cock crows in darkness.
A half moon spins the stars in a black pool forming
on land in sea the spirit dance unfolding nonetheless.
Do not count the cost, no one, nothing is ever lost.
In fitful sleep I wake to the apple autumn morning
dressing herself in crimson, grey, brown and gold.
There’s a bus to nowhere, somewhere I think home.
I feel the half moon human mind moving to fullness
asking clearly, “Will you stay with the solemn monks
Or return to mad electric nights of paradise in Seoul?”
Sleep walking dreamer that I am, I hesitate, can’t wait
To go back to a circle of friends, lovers I know, my bed
a dream-pond of incarnadine leaves sinking to rest,
the bell is tolling, calling, shaking me awake, I think
but it’s just the glaring city moon tapping on a window.
Poetry etc is a blog by Rayn Roberts providing info on his own and other poetry readings as well in the Seattle area and beyond. Currently he reads throughout King & Snohomish Counties, Washington. He hosts a monthly reading every second Saturday from 4 to 5:30 pm at Green Lake Public Library in Seattle which is open to adults and includes a two featured poets and an open mic. Children must be accompanied by an adult and parents or guardians should know that the content of the poems isn’t always appropriate for young children. Poems for and by adults without restrictions on expression are presented. Depending on time and the number of readers, you can usually share one, maybe two poems in the open mic. Sometimes there’s time for two or three, but not too often. It’s a popular reading.
“Never be afraid to question your government, religious leaders, the military and police, family or friends. Consider timing, look long and hard into answers you’re given. Be wary and awake.”