and I still
don’t know where to start
writing poetry any more be-
-cause every moment feels knee
deep in the ongoing fire of the
world perpetuated by forces
beyond my control but not
my understanding. They have
names and wear gaudy ties
and smile for the camera
after lobbying to reduce
safety to up production
and pour toxic waste into
the ground / minds / air
so if I told you I was in
love with a jasmine on a
bonny hill as the sun rises
would that lift a child from
the ruin of a hospital? I am
running out of time
for hope and trying my best
to throw spare change over
the flames and protest to the
powers whose pockets are too
full to move the dial an inch
away from oblivion and I
don’t know where to start
but this will end one of two
ways. So, maybe I’ll write again
for the end I want see
for the day after
when I can show you a jasmine
on a bonny hill as the sun rises.
Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney
Take only photos, leave only footprints,
The mantra of the visitor
To nature's stoop.
We tread lightly on our mother's carpet,
The grass or soil or sand deforms
Under shoe or sole.
We watch as our cousins trot or sway or chirp
As our brother sets on the horizon,
Brilliant and silent.
Together are we on our little world, starstuff all.
As much of the ground or sky
As we are each other.
Watch as the stars rearrange themselves,
See the passing of eras, young ones,
Rise to your feet and behold.
In My Own Oubliette
Steeping in cool waters
The saffron sun on the
Bowl of the pond.
Taking my vitamins every
Morning, the C in my veins
Mingling with the salt in my eyes.
I ride two buses to my chapel
Of peace, a set of flowing
Waters, unblessed but holy to me.
Pacing the dusty paths of
The preserve, I ponder the
Wild waterbirds, wandering.
The ducks, unburdened by
Prejudice, finding their ways
Along the tiny beaches.
The spice of life, I infuse my days
With the fine herbs of musical
Birdsong and chords of clouds.
Finalizing my day's work,
I board the buses home, busy days
Ahead, but for now, hallowed, heady harmony.
Fret not, the crocus
Has not croaked its last
The trembling toad
Awaiting a rushing spring
The daffodils dreaming of
Frolics and foibles
The barren trees waiting
To stretch toward the sun
The hush of the lark
The ice of the night
A breath held
A song remembered
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Amethystine - a moderate purple
Aubergine - a dark grayish or blackish purple
Empurple - to tinge or color purple
Fuchsia - a vivid reddish purple
Lavender - a pale purple
Lilac - a variable color averaging a moderate purple
Lividity - reddish- to bluish-purple discoloration of the skin due to the settling and pooling of blood following death
Mauve - a moderate purple, violet, or lilac color
Mulberry - a dark purple or purplish black
Orchid - a light purple
Plum - a dark reddish purple
Purpure - the heraldic color purple
Purpureous - purple
Violaceous - of the color violet
Violet - any of a group of colors of reddish-blue hue, low lightness, and medium saturation
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