Many years of life
How tall our shadows
How lifted our minds
Rising above their tiny shoulders
we watch over them
until the day their eyes meet ours
We savor surrealist skies for beauty’s sake
relishing in the sun-fire ebb and flow
But when fires of chaos burn their bodies
beauty dies in a charred hole
and there is only repulsiveness
Violence bears down
pressing away their childhood
squeezing out the right to a life filled with sunsets
Humanity is a selfless compulsion
its depth fills the soul, the heart, the mind, the spirit
For some, this form reduces into flat, discolored rage
These people are not the of keepers of innocence
These humans are the thieves of humanity
Every child is a musical instrument
take just one away and the harmony weakens
riding the heat of dawn
we insinuated our bodies within one another
I presented myself to you
a wordless story
whispered in raging lines
fertile were my curves
from which our children sprang forth
spilling over with god given wealth
a rain of ages
carving the cradle of these infant sons and daughters
my breast milk abundant
long and beautiful
as I was
as I am
our story must not end here
if you suspected the Nile River, you’d be correct 🙂
Originally published 9/11/14
For Americans, September 11th has become a day of reflection. On this day we remember the fallen, the injured, the loss, the lessons, the heartbreak, the world…
On that pristine cloudless day in 2001, the New York skyline was blackened. Americans were shocked by tragedy. What happened afterward was nothing short of spectacular. A collective spirit rose up like a phoenix. We grieved a long while then began rebuilding the fallen stone.
After 9/11 many of us looked for ways to help out. I painted hundreds of beach pebbles then planted myself in front of the local grocery store. I sold these rocks for $1 but many teary eyed people donated so much more.
Through the generosity of many, I was able to donate over $1,200 to FDNY Rescue 1. They lost eleven men, half their company. The portrait below is of FDNY Rescue 1, Firefighter Gary Geidel (44 years of age), lost 9/11/2001. This portrait went to his mother.
There are many parts of the world that can’t look back–their lands are still war zones. I pray for worldwide peace. It is very, very difficult…but not impossible.
For those who lost loved ones on September 11, 2001, my thoughts are with you on this sad day.
Today, I mistakenly left the Jonathan Tropper book I was reading at home. So for some light lunch reading I grabbed an Ancient Civilization textbook from the room I was subbing in. Since my mind has been on the Far East, I opened to Ancient China. I’d read this chapter before but hadn’t thought beyond the 12-point Times Roman.
Through no fault of their own and perhaps a tad bit of ego, the ancient Chinese believed they were nearly alone in the world. There was no possibility of other powerful civilizations like the Egyptians, Romans or Greeks existing beyond the seas and mountains that cut them off from the rest of the planet. Convinced they were the center of the universe, the Ancient Chinese called themselves the Middle Kingdom. Funny, don’t many of us think this way? If we don’t extend ourselves, we too believe we are the center of our universe.
I like the idea of a Middle Kingdom. I wonder what the characters – cut off from the rest of their world – might look like. I collected some older sketches that could be interesting springboards for, “Monsters in the Middle.” Hey, isn’t that already a show?
This gal might be a protector of a crystal cradle –
This guy could be a water/sand creature-
And of course there would be other creatures dwelling mountainside, possibly deep within caves-
Thank you and goodnight. May your dreams be filled with gentle space creatures…