Sunday Poem #3
i say no to plunder and papayas
ripped from their beds at midnight, the black pearls
of their seeds crushed under careless feet. no
to raids on houses of the poor who must
lick their honey off the edge of a razor
blade. no to revenge; no to seductions
that ring like crystal goblets stained ruby-red
with the wine of entitlement. i bite
the hand that reaches for cream without passing
the coffee. i say no
to arguments about angels dancing
on the heads of pins. angels have better
things to do—tend to plants and babies
mothers and turtles, those who stay home
move slowly, live close to the ground. who do
not expect the universe to throw them
a meteor shower to celebrate every
changed diaper or the patient laying
and hatching of eggs. I say no to clutched
fists and fires that feed on stolen fuel. no
to being buried in the Department
of Home Furnishings at Sears. no.
(As always, Sunday is poetry day here at The Flourishing Muse. If you feel moved to, please share your poems in the Comments. Let’s celebrate poetry together.)
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Hiro, gorgeous. Earthy, faceted, and generous, like you!
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Thanks, Amna! :-)
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You have such a wonderful way with words, Hiro!
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Your words are like art to me.
Vivid. Inspiring. Able-to-grow-into-things. Deeply moving.
I felt this one rattling around in my ribs. Amazing and beautiful and powerful.
Leah, Fabeku, thank you! Thanks too for sharing in Poetry Sunday. :-)
Love, Hiro
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Wonderful, Hiro. I especially loved the image of
“plants and babies
mothers and turtles, those who stay home
move slowly, live close to the ground.”
Poetry, like music, can so often make the difference between getting by and living.
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Poem was soul stirring, vision of being buried in a Sears department of Home furnishings terrifying.
To do both in one work is quite genius!
Lynne, yes, poetry is word-music, and both are delicious food for our souls. :-)
Julia, thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
xo Hiro
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I’m smiling again….
I love seeing, in essence, your “no” list powerfully displayed and demanded here.
I’m reminded that our NOs create space for our YESs…
YESs then, become the platform for creating our life.
You shared these YESs on twitter this past week:
HiroBoga: My YES list: Healing, transformation, Love. My wonderful clients. Writing, creativity. Play. Friends. Family. Fall programs
But, these YESs have so much more texture and context in light of today’s poem.
Thank you!
Judy, thank you for completing the circle of No and Yes by adding my Twitter Yes list. :-)
“Yes-s then become the platform for creating our life.” Indeed they do. Thank you, my wise friend!
xo Hiro
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Love hearin what you say no to…it’s so true huh? taking a stand against that which would try to sabotage our right now. grateful to have found your blog. :) here’s to continuing to stand for that which liberates and allows for freedom within:)
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