What is there to say about this past week on the world front? I chose not to go there in verse…at least I tried. But how could I not watch with horror, the train wreck happening and treasonous actions of our president…yes I said it…treason. How else can one view his willingness to hand over US government officials, who Putin disdains for apparently playing a role in Russian sanctions, to be interrogated by Putin’s thugs.
Whether Trump “would” or “wouldn’t”, it was clear from Putin’s puffed chest, command of the event, and evil smirk during their press conference, that he had strong armed trump in their two hour tête-à-tête. Trump belongs to Putin. We suspected as much. It was confirmed this past week on the world stage. And lest we forget, young children still remain prisoners in black government sites and un-vetted foster homes across the country while their parents rely on the mercy of strangers to untangle them from red tape. Fortunately, I didn’t go there this week!
No, rather than writing about headlines, I decided I would focus on finding Merak. And I like to think I did find glimmers of Merak each day. Boy did we ever need it this week. It ain’t easy being woke. And that said, my daily Terza Rima this week will slip between the cracks to see what we find. It will take some diligence to find a thing overlooked a day. Today’s was easy…and sets the stage for the rest of the week. I pass by the empty house in the photograph on my walk every day. Even the tree in the front could not sustain life once its owner passed away.
Sometimes it’s not the things that happen on the world stage that matter the most, but rather the tiny shifts behind shuttered doors that cause the earth to quake.
Have a great week. I’m off to discover the overlooked and forgotten…
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 July 2018
to fly above the earth, a bird’s eye view…
with my feet, deeply rooted like a tree
i probably shouldn’t be
we whisper in the shadows,
with grace to bend when tempests storm the night
a rhapsody of words
stardust and sinew meld beneath my skin
cicadas’ shrill diminuendoes troll
the sun rises here too
amaranth tendrils pierce through lace-trimmed trees
but looks can be deceiving
threading the needle
it helps to be woke
at long last, i am flying on moonbeams
like fingers of light
they never listened
A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.
July 22nd, 2018 at 4:07 pm
I’ve really enjoyed your forays into finding Merak!
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July 22nd, 2018 at 4:10 pm
Thank you Peter. It was a lovely detour. 😊
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July 22nd, 2018 at 6:25 pm
“young children still remain prisoners in black government sites”
Unfortunately, it is worse than that. This phrase makes one think that there were secret sites belonging to the government that were set up according to a plan. Correct about the un-vetted foster homes but the worse truth is that greedy profiteers submitting lowest bid for contracts have the kids stored in buildings abandoned as useful for business. I do not believe it to be fake news that in Phoenix Az children were relocated to less luxurious accommodations when they attempted to wash themselves and their clothing in communal bathroom sinks. And that a government delegation sent to investigate the situation was turned away by security guards (mall cops) with the support of government municipal and county police.
Just like with refugee efforts and natural disaster relief efforts, these privateers always show up. If government agencies want to have any credibility, regulate these mercenary for-profit groups.
Or, quit creating the problem in the first place.
Another week, another rant.
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July 22nd, 2018 at 6:50 pm
I agree…there was no plan. I believe they thought their grand “zero tolerance” policy announcement would be all that was needed to deter those who might seek to cross our borders. I also believe they underestimated the number of asylum seekers that flood our borders. Perhaps a greater good might be working with the governments who seem to be losing the battle over extremists who make life for these poor refugees a living hell. To leave your home and everything familiar is an extreme, heart wrenching decision to make, especially when there are children involved. 😢