Remembering Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. for a better day

Martin Luther King’s words still resound with relevance 50 years after his murder on April 4,1968. At the time he was preparing to lead a protest in Washington called the ‘Poor People’s Campaign’. Bruce Witzel’s memorial, featuring quotations and photographs, is well worth a read.

through the luminary lens

Martin Luther king Jr. - photo by Dick DeMarsico - reproduction rights transferred to Library pf Congress. No copyright restriction known

MLK bumper sticker - bruce witzel photo

Art from Tubac Arizona (edited) - painting entitled Grief Knows No Boundaries - artist unknown

Or the full 53 min. audio recording ]

Living Memorial Sculpture Garden - created by Vietnam veteran and sculptural artist Denis Smith - photo by Bruce Witzel

Martin Luther King Jr. statue at Fresno California May 29, 2010 - bruce witzel photo

Memorial at Weed, California - bruce witzel photo

Living Memorial Sculpture Garden near Weed california

Girl in Mexico City, Oct. 1991 - Bruce Witzel photo

MLKJrQuote abour service edited

At the Getty Villa - bruce witzel photo

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lost and found


lost in the corn fields,
a traffic jam of thoughts
row on row on row

wind turbines chart the sky
unmoved by the passing sun
spun by the breeze

sunset crickets sing
silence as long shadows grow,
a new path appears



The poem is a troiku based on this haiku:

lost in the corn fields
wind turbines chart the sky
sunset crickets sing

The first image is from and the second is a photo of a calendar page I saved a few years ago.  This is my third and last response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #16.

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Yogini reaches

to infinite realms

far above and deep below

as a tree

standing half lotus.

Restless dogs sigh

and settle entranced

by soft pencil

strokes that shade

each chakra

drawing out sound

as thread from a skein

weaving a moment of

silent peace.

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Lately I’ve started coloring as a way of relaxing.  The photo is of my first coloring project shown to provide the context for this Monday quadrille, written using the word ‘sound’ for dVerse Poets Pub.

Not knowing

Worry about nuclear theatre

may be a sign of privilege,

having something to lose.

Jet fumes accent grey yellow sunset sky,

dog nails patter on bare wood floor,

cats sit near guarding opposite directions.

In war zones bombs blitz everyday

death is near, some say they’ve lost all fear,

my distant mind strains to comprehend.

I always wonder about my fur friends,

their reliance on us, not privy to our plans

yet much goes on in sky above and earth below,

down the road and millions of miles away

and I know nothing of it.

Darkness has fallen into steady gnawing and

this human mind calms knowing about

not knowing much at all.

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