Juliana on my mind
rubbing his whiskers
against my notebook
wobbling my attempts
I don’t struggle and he stops.
If only life was always like this:
obstacles yielding to patience—
solutions rising with the sun
no changes or compromise needed
everything falling into place
love, family, jobs, vacations
If only charters of rights were enforced
If only good health was equally attainable by all
If only the talk of carbon taxes would disappear
Juliana says otherwise
(evolution takes effort sometimes)
Juliana, et al. v. United States of America, et al., sometimes branded as #youthvgov by its plaintiffs and youth globally, is a lawsuit being brought by 21 youth plaintiffs….and on behalf of future generations (represented by James Hansen) against the United States and several of its executive branch positions including President Donald Trump and formerly president Barack Obama…The plaintiffs allege that, through the United States government’s affirmative actions that cause climate change, it has violated the youngest generation’s constitutional rights to life, liberty, and property, as well as failed to protect essential public trust resources.
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all the bean poles put away,
the garden flat and empty,
accessories of summer gone
I see the barren white to come,
the frozen slope of winter.
sunken steps of stone,
history rustling in the trees,
nothing but worn footholds left,
when those who remember are gone
the universe sighs final breaths,
ripples of joy and sorrow.
This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:
sunken steps of stone
under ancient canopy
The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.
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Snapshots of happy moments
gathered like pearls
Hearts and minds
craving perfect pictures
while all that is clouded and changing
like Einstein’s bicycle in motion.
pleasure fades to dis-ease
each moment a potential medicine
to cure what came before
In response to dVerse Poetics Tuesday—Medicine, I spun out these thoughts. The reference to Einstein’s bicycle comes from a quote posted by Kim in her Monday quadrille prompt:
Albert Einstein said: “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
They were a whirlwind
From the moment they rose from the table
dedication filled the kitchen
Plates were stacked rinsed
washed dried shelved
The counter gleamed,
polished with expert precision,
each swipe and shine etching
my mind with energy
A whirlwind of getting it done
no thought no hesitation
one elegant gesture of clear, wash, polish
until every crumb was gone
placemats perfectly realigned
and the kettle on for tea
Having absorbed this spectacle
not ruffled by recalling the dishwasher,
(my total wash/dry perception an exaggeration)
it was the speed and polish that rebooted my system.
Amaya at dVerse gave us an interesting challenge tonight—to select two quotes, each from a different book, and use them as the first and final lines of a poem— in other words ‘bridge the gap’.
there, from spitting on the sidewalk
to chewing gum in class
from picking peas off her plate
to treading on the parlour carpet
from cycling down to the creek
to sassing her superiors
loomed a forbidden world
once alive with wonder
now a flattened minefield—
she felt crushed
as a gleaming metal sheet being
forced into a furnace
Our choice of quotes could be intentional or random. I took the random route and used lines from page 111 of each book.
The first quote is: “there, from spitting on the sidewalk to chewing gum in class” from Precious Cargo by Craig Davidson.
The final line of the poem is derived from “the way a sheet of metal might be forced into a furnace”, found in The Sixth Extinction by Elizabeth Kolbert.
chill of dawn
wrapped in cat purrs
numbed toes tingling
dazed mind resisting
languid calls of lethargy