Friday, April 30, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #30: GOODBYE

I'M NOT SAYING GOODBYE! I JUST STARTED THIS FANTASTIC JOURNEY! But Readwritepoem is sadly saying goodbye. READWRITEPOEM and the poets I have met there have inspired many of the poems I have shared via my blog. I hope that you have liked them.  I've added this last poem as a goodbye to the poets of readwritepoem. I hope they will find their way to visit my blog from time to time.  I do say goodbye the the NAPOWRIMO challenge for another year. I didn't make every day's challenge but I did improve from last year.   Blessings all! Now Yah'll come back now! Yah hear?


Goodbye
by Ieisha McIntyre

There are no instructions for farewell.
No compass, nor telescope, no map
nor previous navigation.

The eyes are never strong enough to
watch forever the departure of a loved one.
The ears are never strong enough
to hear the goodbyes.

Without tears rolling
down the face,
Without the ache
welling up in the muscles of the arms,
without the mind’s hurried remembrance
the last phrases of love,
the lasting regret,
the loss of the moment
when,
perhaps everything could have been different,
We are left speechless.
adrift on the uncharted, unexpected.

Who expects to say goodbye,
When blissful moments have been shared,
and promises have been made?
We expect maps out when there is strife,
when there is disturbance,
but with good times, we want frolic and play.

Alas, today we are without our
unicorn dreams of lasting paradise.
Today we attempt in folly
to chart goodbye.

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MAY 1ST- WELCOMES AFRICAN DIASPORIC VOICES

ON MAY 1ST- I will begin to post writing prompts and invite comments and conversation regarding the African Diaspora and the poetry, literature, art, etc. of that specific world population of people.  This group has moved from its original READWRITEPOEM site due to the site ending as an active community and becoming an archive.  I'd like to extend an huge thanks to RWP for creating such an active and equal community.  I was a safe place to be an artist.  Let us continue to create and seek those safe places to do and share art.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #25-LEFT HAND SIDE

Left hand side was inspired by the writing prompt of Joseph Harker on READWRITEPOEM NAPOWRIMO #25


Left hand side
by  Ieisha McIntyre



On the left hand side of consciousness
lies the understanding of a child.
the understanding that love is
 the only currency one has,
the understanding that without love
there is only the beg, barter, and steal
birthed from the drive of survival.

The swindle, the duck and dive,
the top dog, the underdog
and always the loser
ever present.

Hope goes unfed.

But, on the left hand side,
is the Knowledge.
The law love gives,
the only law that maintains the peace.

Beyond war and bombs,
beyond the trials and executions,
beyond human sacrifice ceremony of daily life,
love stops us all and bids us

Pay attention.

to the silence brought to chaos by,
the simple touch inspired love,
the gentle voice inspired love,
the grace given through love,

the mercy.

Ah, the left hand side,
for years derided and seen as a
hinderance of the cold hard
 truth of life,
the ravage of life.
The weak will perish

fact of life.

The ten percent who simply must be
converted
in order to
comfort
the discomforted of the masses.
If only the left could be made right.

                                  if not right,

then their difference must be
distorted
and made suspect.
Their influence must be controlled.

Contained to the left’s small circle--further
within the circle, let their difference be
as a thing that brands
marginal-compassion.

So Marginal that mothers ignore
the cries of their children,
force feed them
from the rationed teat--Government milk.

Believe the milk of their bodies to be
the poison diversity serves,
mothers bind their breasts,
make rigid the sway of their hips.

Keep secret the culture of compassion.
Serve their children fresh cannibal
adroitly
singing sweet lullabies of saviors,
eyes overflowing with confusion and tears.
a child
without love’s truth
can only survive.

Trapped in a circle of constant right turns,
they survive only.

Without a left,
difference becomes an
apparition abhorrent,
the destruction of self
a necessity.

On the left hand side,
we see the unmapped,
and are called to our heroic-
Honor the knowledge
of a child.

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Hello Readers and Bloggers

Hello to my fellow bloggers and readers out there. I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog posts and poems.  As you can see I replaced my map with a revolver map. I love it!  Actually, I am, I believe in love with it.  It shows me that so many people from around the globe have visited my blog.  I would like to invite those of you who are willing to comment on what you like and any questions you may have about my work.

In June, I plan to include writing prompts that center around the topic of the African Diasporia, history, feminism, and quite possibly many other themes.  I hope that you will join me on this writing journey.

Blessings, and I promise I will get back on my NAPOWRIMO postings before the day is out.

KEEP ON RISING TO JUSTICE ! KEEP RISING!

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