This one deserves just a touch of explanation. I’m still sorting through all the photos I took from the June 30 Families Belong Together rally. One of the things that grabbed me was the attendance of so many families with babes in arms through youth. This is so important! Our children learn from us at our sides. Including at community rallies! They learn about what we believe is important, what we value and are willing to work for and support. They see people of all ages, all abilities, all walks of life joining together in common cause. The picture itself reminds me how important it is for folks no matter their opinion to take the time to really try and see, hear, and understand what the other person is saying. That happens only when we kneel next to them and look at the world from their perspective.
I’ll change “cling” to “clung” when all children are reunited with their parents. Taking a cruise through the news outlets leaves me with some trepidation that this will ever be fully accomplished, never mind meeting the court-ordered deadlines. For instance:
CNN Friday July 6, CNN reports that at least 2000 children are still separated from their parents. And since the President’s executive order doesn’t override a 1990’s Supreme Court decision regarding length of time children can be held in immigration detention facilities, family separations could start happening again in the next few days.
A key thing I remember growing up was my father’s absolute moral certainty that the ends never justified the means. In the black and white days of my childhood, that made a certain amount of sense. In the mishmash of today’s world, however, it can be tempting to find a lever, or a change agent — something, anything, that will make the political and civic system function again.
I work for state government. There’s no excuse for missing records. Everything civil servants do is a matter of public record and disclosable by law with few exceptions. All this shows is a purposeful and appalling lack of documentation, and apparently, the deliberate destruction of records and identifying information.
The item that pops out from this article is the sentence in which Secretary Azar states that “the Department of Homeland Security didn’t tell the refugee agency which children were taken from parents and which came over the border unaccompanied. The agency is now reviewing the cases of all 11,800 children in its custody to determine whether they were separated from caregivers.”
For all those who took part in the June 30 Families Belong Together action. And for all those who wanted to but could not, and those who watched from the sidelines, and those who turned their backs. But most especially for those who cry at night for their mothers and fathers, and for those parents whose children have been ripped from their arms. Grieve with me that we repeat the same mistakes. Grieve, and then find your strength to stand together and say “No more! This is not who we are.”
Prompted by Chèvrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Crossroads #12 to create a fusion haiku from two of Ryokan's haiku.
who knew eyes came in such chocolate brown? you didn’t know their depth would feed such want -- his kisses promised sweet red wine drizzled in time to russet regrets; routinely he would weep, yet still take from the tree where humanity first began her decline; no hand to cover what the serpent slid by with a gentle rustle in the springtime grass, to twine ‘round the stem raised in illiterate toast where the words to say were never said, where the woman becomes child again; well, what did you expect? when little hope is shared, what have you to left to give? hope never waited for two into one; hope, instead, was an ill-bred trickster who promised eternity in return for arms of oak to hold the world at bay, and even when his eyes turned to steel you cast tears aside to welcome him home to the only place that let him be the man he swore he would be every time you kissed! think, girl, think! of all the nights you spent by the closed door with drawn shades; you were a ghost waiting, waiting, ever waiting to be kissed by this empty man.
My first attempt at a golden shovel poem. A very interesting form, indeed! In a nutshell, the poet chooses a line or lines from a poem and uses each word as an end word in the new poem. The end words must be kept in order, and the original poet is credited. I selected the following three lines from stanza 2 in this incredible poem Melody Chen wrote, Dionysus:
“i want to take her by the stem, say
woman, you have waited an eternity
oak and steel, to be kissed by a man”
A new (to me) Japanese poetry form, called the gogyohka. You can learn more about this form at: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/gogyohka-poetic-form. According to Reader’s Digest, the gogyohka is an off-shoot of the tanka form, with very simple rules: five lines, one phrase per line, no special seasonal or cutting words. Short, sweet, simple. Enjoy!
their young eyes learn to see hidden birds and beasts under shrubs on still logs to soak in sun hear their gleeful cry his young hands pinch the greening leaves crinkled nose wary breath whiff of cucumber and mint welcomes sudden smile her young ears strain to hear the song subtle notes dance on wind a beguiling pied piper hidden from her sight This is a trial run with a Spanish poetry form known as a shadorma, which is a six-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines. Multiple shadorma can be linked together. This experiment is my attempt to capture what I saw shadowing Eye on Nature volunteers at the Billy Frank Jr. Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge. Introducing and encouraging youthful love of nature is a great thing; watching these young people respond to the experience was inspiring.
The NaHaiWriMo prompts for June 10 and 11 seemed to want to go together as one poem, so here’s a tanka for all my knitting and wine loving friends. By the way, for my budding linguists, I found a website with some lovely pearls of history on knitting words. For example, did you know that the word ravel is a contronym (or Janus word)? Okay — plain talk — its’ meanings contradict each other. Fun stuff. Enjoy!
A new writing experiment, courtesy of the Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #35 Troiku Challenge “summer solstice” challenge. The challenge goes like so: Create a fusion haiku using the two provided haiku. From the fusion haiku, create a troiku. Needless to say, I was perplexed. Ken at rivrlogr (thankfully!) diagrammed the flow of the prompt, producing a beautiful troiku. Make sure to check it out! Ken’s diagram allowed me to get a handle on this new haiku form. So, starting with Chèvrefeuille’s two haiku:
between the wedded rocks
the sun rises to her highest throne
the ice has melted – dances in the sun
I created my fusion haiku:
melts ice tears of tribute
reckless snowdrop blush
to use as the base for my troiku:
fickle gift to fretful maid
her ardor wakens
melts ice tears of tribute
hope sprouts, cupped in joined hands
her dream blossoms
reckless snowdrop blush
too soon for durable love
her color fades
my midday ramble in cedar shade and sword fern -- how uniquely we see