Happy November

Old man and boy, autumn, Nino's art

Keep this November
with its farewell cry
of wild geese flocks
against the ashen sky,
with rusty gold
beneath the shaking trees,
the smoky air
the rain —
pick all of these
small tales of autumn
that will soon depart,
press them between
the pages of your heart.

For this day too
will join the leaving skein
of days that were,
will never be again.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Gotta Be

Christ Mocked

Kanye sings
JESUS IS KING
It is 2019
Gotta be austere
To be popular
Gotta be a scholar
Not a carpenter
But the branch broke
And it wouldn’t heal
Till he woke up
Until he kneeled
He’s got the armor now
He will make it
When it’s real it shines
You can’t fake it
It’s in your words
Deeds
Your face
Gotta be
In a state of Grace

Listen: Selah

Image credit: Unidentified artist, Hieronymus Bosch. Christ Mocked. Opaque water-based pigmented and gold paint with black ink on parchment; graphite (estimate) underdrawing. Overall: 6 1/16 x 4 11/16 in. (15.4 x 11.9 cm). Barnes Foundation BF760. No Known Copyright.

All Hallows’ Eve (seadna poem)

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All Hallows’ Eve

Dark shadows creep from far away
Beware of the falling night
Put on your armor, child, prepare
To fight, persevere in plight

 

This short poem is my attempt at seadna. It seemed fitting to try an Irish poetic form on Halloween that has its roots in Celtic culture.

Happy Halloween!

Here are the (somewhat complicated) guidelines for writing a seadna:

  • Quatrain (or four-line) stanzas
  • Eight syllables in lines one and three; seven syllables in lines two and four
  • Lines one and three end with a 2-syllable word; lines two and four end with a one-syllable word
  • Lines two and four end rhyme with each other
  • The final word of the first line alliterates with the first stressed word of the second line
  • The third line rhymes with the stressed word preceding the last word of the stanza…
  • …and all three of those words alliterate with each other

Give it a go.

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

 

Would You? (poem)

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Would you let me kill you
because you’re small,
black,
white,
missing the right
genes,
because you fall
short of what I expect,
because I detect
no use in your existence,
because you’re young,
old,
frail,
show no resistance,
because you’re a child,
a woman,
a man?
Would you let me kill you
because I can?

 

“Promote the value of all life, regardless of stage of development, race, age, gender, or ability.” 

 

Image by debowscyfoto from Pixabay

Happy October

Going to school, autumn, Nino's art

Holy is this fall
with its sparkling leaves
coming down on us
from the maple trees.
With its dazzling smile
midst the clouds of gray
holy is this sun…
Blessed is this day.

Carpe diem, friend,
for they come and fleet—
yester days and leaves—
dust beneath our feet.
While today is here
let us simply be.
Carpe diem, come,
catch this day with me.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2018 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Happy September

Nino's art, Kite

I’ve no weight,
I’m a kite,
fly me high,
hold on tight,
don’t let go of my hand,
bye-bye, land!

I’m air,
I’m light,
I’m day,
I’m night.
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?

Burning bright,
burning clear,
from this world disappear
in the blink of an eye
you and I.

 

© 2013 Sasha A. Palmer

Image: © 2017 Nino Chakvetadze, reproduced with permission.

Echoes (poem)

The Earth is shaken,
Images of horror,
The senseless carnage
Dominate the screen,
Mankind is one —
One heart,
One soul,
One pain
That time will never dull…
But time is singing
Its ancient lullaby
And we forget.

How eagerly selective,
How blissfully short-lived
Our memory is.
Succumbing to the steady hum of years
We let the past lie dormant
Till pure evil
Attacks once more
And its distorted features
Surprise us
With a sense of recognition.
The old bell tolls again,
And we recall.

 

© 2012 Sasha A. Palmer

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