Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Season's Greetings

May all my bloggy friends have a wonderful holiday however you celebrate.  (I am inordinately proud of myself--as I figured out how to add text via my photo program.)

Monday, November 23, 2015

Indifferent Light

Indifferent Light
--for Mr. Perry


One summer day at Silver Beach,
the sky dull, the sea abandoned,
dim as dusk he comes, the old man.


Once he salvaged lawn chairs,
repaired and sold beside the road:
please deposit fair amount.
Now, it's cans.


Alone along the breakwater,
oblivious to lines of bees,
he searches barrels, savors refuse,
nickles on his mind.


Wind blows his faded shirt.
Rain threatens his hunched back.
Sack full, barrel empty,
he lifts his head, he turns to see


a flash sear the troposphere,
outline violet the edge of cloud,
illuminate with its indifferent light.


I am working on another 28 poem chapbook titled "Indifferent Light."  This is an old poem from my Cape Cod days.  Mr. Perry lived in the garage of the house I rented.  He owned the house but rented it out for income. He had two ancient dogs, Snowball and Pwincess, who loved to chase my cats.




Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Ancestors




First Encounter Beach, Eastham, Massachusett

Myles Standish of the Mayflower, and perhaps others, came ashore near this beach and encountered Native Americans from the Nauset Tribe of the Wampanoag nation.  I visited recently to honor my ancestors who I can trace to the Mayflower through Richard Warren.  I said aloud the list of descendants down to myself, buried a photo of me as a child, tried to light a candle but it was too windy.

I also apologized for the way my ancestors treated the Native Americans, from that day to this.  The tide was low, the days was lovely.The Cape is my ancestral home ground, no wonder I am so drawn to the landscape.

Our views of "conquering" other countries have changed in contemporary times, at least for some of us.  We see the travesty of taking what others' cherish, of giving nothing in return except small-poxed blankets.  Yet throughout the world people still pursue this quest of conquering.  

Let us be peace in our daily life, live peace and caring, to counter war and conquest.