Tapestry & the Arts
POEMS FOR PEACE
Stirring conversations to bring change
First 6 poems are from Affinity,
published by Finishing Line Press, 2023
So Politely and Nimbly
They say you cradle creation,
but I think you cannot stand
to hold in hand
such senseless suffering
as we deliver daily
to the downtrodden,
as we bring to bear
on innocents of field and forest—
like those luckless lambs
(of God)
we so politely and nimbly
pierce with petite points
(after a brief blessing),
chattering as we chew.
Expectation
Snuffling snout,
wrinkly wattle,
bended ear over amber eye—
the wee one smiles.
Peace on Earth
and mercy mild
only if we love
like that baby-child.
Third Thursday
Sinews of last summer’s sunflowers
stood silent,
contorted,
and colorless,
as we walked the golden-gone grass,
sharing thoughts.
Across the creek,
we noticed our neighbors—
also walking,
though they went along
under a sheen of shiny black feathers,
quietly clucking.
November turned away
as we traipsed
over stubbled slopes
on long legs
with knobbed knees,
talking the time
as we traveled.
Being There
The neighbors thought their children
should witness birth,
but Missy picked our house
for birthing,
nursing,
weaning,
aging.
Across what seemed abundant years,
I someway felt Missy
as forever,
until the day I found myself
whispering into wispy fur,
watching mottled eyes mist
and glaze to gone.
I wonder,
why such ballyhoo
over birth
and yet so little interest
in the commitment of caring
that lasts a lifetime,
which includes being there
to speak softly
as spirits grapple
with going?
Sharing Space
I watched you scoot a scurrying spider
onto a scrap of paper,
into your protective palm,
then across the hallway
to rehome her
under the protective cover
of our colorful kitchen curtains.
You sheltered that bundle of being
as we might once have tended
beady-eyed Bramble Cay melomys,
grazing quaggas,
trusting dodos,
gentle thylacines,
sleek Baiji dolphins,
gregarious passenger pigeons,
solitary black rhinos,
prehistoric Yangtze sturgeons,
eloquent dusky sparrows,
all of whom we now find to be
missing.
Next 4 poems are from Waterways
published by Finishing Line Press, 2024
So Politely and Nimbly
They say you cradle creation,
but I think you cannot stand
to hold in hand
such senseless suffering
as we deliver daily
to the downtrodden,
as we bring to bear
on innocents of field and forest—
like those luckless lambs
(of God)
we so politely and nimbly
pierce with petite points
(after a brief blessing),
chattering as we chew.
Expectation
Snuffling snout,
wrinkly wattle,
bended ear over amber eye—
the wee one smiles.
Peace on Earth
and mercy mild
only if we love
like that baby-child.
Third Thursday
Sinews of last summer’s sunflowers
stood silent,
contorted,
and colorless,
as we walked the golden-gone grass,
sharing thoughts.
Across the creek,
we noticed our neighbors—
also walking,
though they went along
under a sheen of shiny black feathers,
quietly clucking.
November turned away
as we traipsed
over stubbled slopes
on long legs
with knobbed knees,
talking the time
as we traveled.
Being There
The neighbors thought their children
should witness birth,
but Missy picked our house
for birthing,
nursing,
weaning,
aging.
Across what seemed abundant years,
I someway felt Missy
as forever,
until the day I found myself
whispering into wispy fur,
watching mottled eyes mist
and glaze to gone.
I wonder,
why such ballyhoo
over birth
and yet so little interest
in the commitment of caring
that lasts a lifetime,
which includes being there
to speak softly
as spirits grapple
with going?
Sharing Space
I watched you scoot a scurrying spider
onto a scrap of paper,
into your protective palm,
then across the hallway
to rehome her
under the protective cover
of our colorful kitchen curtains.
You sheltered that bundle of being
as we might once have tended
beady-eyed Bramble Cay melomys,
grazing quaggas,
trusting dodos,
gentle thylacines,
sleek Baiji dolphins,
gregarious passenger pigeons,
solitary black rhinos,
prehistoric Yangtze sturgeons,
eloquent dusky sparrows,
all of whom we now find to be
missing.