Words cannot express

When I lost my mother tongue I gave up my otherness It was important to me, once, I thought, to be different, to Avoid  the chameleon cloak of Conformity, the pull of belonging. When I lost my native language, I gave up the tribe to which I Was born, where I belong is Here, reflected…

So close…Can’t wait…Here it goes…

via Daily Prompt: Finally You waited 364 days for this one. Or is it 363 this year? Whichever it is, finally the anticipated New Year is upon us. Well, in truth, in some locales around the globe it has already peaked, but here in NYC we await the balldrop some 13 plus hours from now,…

Honestly? Honestly!

via Daily Prompt: Confess In an era of frankness (well not in the political arena or in our “civic” lives, but certainly in films), why do so many bio-pics present such a bowdlerized view of their subjects? Sanitizing and censoring the lives that the persons of interest led seems an unpardonable treatment. It may be possible…

Precious

via Daily Prompt: Cherish Cherish life, appreciate love, Worship, if you must, all that Lies before you, the golden Treasures of each lovely day Cherish memories, appreciate Everything you are given, The moon, the river, time as it Passes, like the waves from Shore to shore, all this is Precious, hold it close to Your…

At Play

The waters ripple in the evening Tide, the moon, their soul mate, Hidden in a darkened sky is not Playful, even as the river scampers Across from shore to shore, released From its daytime duties, away from The sun, cloaked in darkness Does it search for the moon’s light? Or, is it content, running rapidly…

Grammarly

Which of these rhymes is more elegant? (Caveat to readers, this may be a trick question.) “No swingin’, no jerkin’ Let your muscles do the werkin’” or, the more grammatically correct Don’t swing, don’t jerk Let your muscles do the work Sometimes poetry is in the flow of the words and not just in their…

Do you remember this?

I have expunged so much and so many from my recollection When they come creeping in, it’s on ghost feet Sometimes I welcome the newly remembered Sometimes I dread the associations they bring me Some memories amuse, others confuse, some Simply disabuse me of my moral superiority, I Have not served truth or justice, not…

Words

Words, my darling, do have meaning You mustn’t demean them They are never meaningless Nor do they mean less than what they Say; they have strength to express feelings Surely, that is not without meaning I love you is an idea, an observation, a Thought I often have; I share it because I Mean it;…

In sync

via Daily Prompt: Partner It’s not easy navigating a partnership. Admit it, you and your beloved are not always in sync. Love and marriage are the ultimate alliance, the pinnacle opportunity to cooperate and collaborate. There are other such connections we get to make. Early on, we form friendships which may resemble alliances we will…

Tributaries

It seems simple (or simplistic) to assume that mimicking another’s easily recognizable quirks is of course a mockery. It is likely, or at least possible, that the parody is a tribute. High Anxiety, homage or spoof? The send-ups of Psycho, The Birds, Vertigo, are all over the top, of course. Mel Brooks is clearly piling on the Alfred…

Ephemeral

I wish I could draw, I would tell you so much more Of the sky, the clouds, that low- Flying bi-plane overhead, I would paint you a vision of The ephemera of a cloud with a hole Showing blue and closing slowly Disappearing into itself, breaking Apart and floating like an island But soft and…

Speaking of perfect

Musicals, even the well-researched like 1776, Hamilton, and for a bit of worldliness, Les Miz, can’t make historians of us anymore than the movies can.