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NEW POETS OF
POETRY CONNECTION!
Hosted by Gayle Slaten
DTLAL Poet Laureate


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This month, I asked the Poets to share their ‘other voices’, ah ha’s and spiritual messages.  As always, they were free to send in their favorites or ones that were important to them.  Enjoy!

 

 

Meditations

 

I breathe...leave...and sink deep

beneath day's constant illusion,

breathe...and stream seamless

past sleeping surface self,

past patterns and atoms,

shapes, shadow, and shores

of still far-distant thought.

I give in...submit...let go,

and sink deeper, deeper still,

to my secret, familiar place,

a space of grace within for good

conversation with gentle guides,

or sometimes I lean against side

of that big ol' Grampa Grey Wolf,

with beautiful solar eclipse eyes,

waiting just outside of time.

          Lorraine Hart


 

19

 

The things I know now that I didn’t know then

I wouldn’t know then if I went back now.

Being 19 again 

wow.

Do I want that?

Really?

There was the tight ass

which is now a wide load

though the smart ass

has honed its edge

and understanding

tempers the retort.

Would I go back?

If I could go back?

Would you?

          Linda Whaley

 

A Frozen Life

 

The winter ground

Receives no seeds

And no flowers arise

Until spring and warm soil 

Make a welcoming grave

 

A child in a frozen room

Of hard souls

Arises bereft of the sweet rose

Even when spring

Sweetens the blue day          

          Dale Goodvin

 

 

Missed, Declared Lost and Eventually Forgotten

 

August hot 

dust thick as mud

settled on her skin

streaking the sweat

on her forehead

in the creases 

of her arms and the

bend of her knees

she coasted 

pedaling only

when needed 

a rider in 

Slowest motion

 

toward pewtery 

water she rode

wheels turning faster

looking far ahead

thinking of the water

washing the dust away

floating the sweat salt

down river

abruptly the handlebars

jerked from her grip

unsure how she came

to be there she

viewed the sky

from a soft tussock

of sand and grass

 

the wheels spun

but not freely

the front rim bent

from an unplanned

collision with 

an old grape vine

she could ride no further



the river was 

a cool respite 

in the torpid 

summer afternoon

 

she turned her face 

to the filtered sun

drifted downstream

and forgot the

bent rimmed bicycle

abandoned, tilted

against a tree


missed

declared lost

and eventually

forgotten

          Lynn Oatman

 

 

 What Did You Do

 

What did you do

When the torch was extinguished

The welcome mat rolled up

When babies became criminals

The poor became terrorists 

And brown or black skin was feared.

Tell your children

They will ask someday 

They will want to know

What did you do 

when your country lost its soul

          Laura Martinez



BOXING

 

Boxing offends 

society’s sensitive side

A brutal sport

Of sudden moves. 

Quick jab and parry,

Punch and block.

Concentration

Makes for smooth 

Transition--

Defense, offense--

Working through aggression.

It now seems

Less a brutal sport

Than means to regain control

Of trembling limbs 

And jerky steps

A way to dominate,

Once more,

The wayward curse 

Of Parkinson’s.

Boxing,

No longer suffering

In isolation,

Finding power in 

The exchange--

One, Two

Punch, parry

Bob and feint

Tearing through the lid, 

Breaking down the sides

No longer boxed*

          C. Wiley

                     

*Inspired by a comment from a friend and former Golden Gloves boxer. At 74, he regularly spends time at the gym with a punching bag. A gentleman watched for a bit, then asked him if he would be willing to teach boxing technique. My friend soon learned that the gentleman had Parkinson’s. Within a few weeks, others with that diagnosis wanted to join the pair. Now there are 6.

 


Laura Martinez asks:
"What Did You Do?"

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BOXING
By C. Wiley

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