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Showing posts with label striving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label striving. Show all posts

Saturday, November 09, 2024

THIS. MORNING.

by Joanne De Simone Reynolds


Morning Has Broken” (Oil and Acrylic on Canvas) by Brad Gray, 2017


If the American voter couldn’t
If she or he couldn’t
Because she or he
 
What America is
What America has always been
What America will always be
 
The imperfect striving to become—
That was me once the choice the candidate
 
The beautiful young people mine and yours
The children and the grandchildren born and yet
For them
The arc of the moral universe bending toward—
 
I am old flat-out boomed bombed out
What I have done what I have left one
City one house the beds made-up like tombs
 
 
Joanne De Simone Reynolds would like to acknowledge her mentors, Nadia Colburn of Align your Story, Doug Holder of Ibbetson Street Press, and Tom Daly's writing workshops in the greater Boston area. Some of Joanne's recent work can be found at The Umbrella Arts 2020 Art Ramble

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

WHEN WE'LL ALL MARCH TOGETHER

by George Salamon


Detail of the cover of Katie Mack's book The End of Everything (Astrophysically Speaking).


Does it all end, or can we keep on in our merry way indefinitely?… We have doom and destruction of our own to worry about, arriving faster and faster… Plague is rampant. The Arctic Circle is on fire. Still, I find it helpful—not reassuring certainly, but mind-expanding—to be reminded of our place in a vast cosmos. —James Gleick in his review of Katie Mack's book The End of Everything (Astrophysically Speaking) in The New York Times, August 4, 2020


Walked out of my confinement to
Gaze at the sun, moon and stars,
Colossi of our universe, they
Make our world go round,
Turning the wheels, rising
Above our shrinking horizon.
We touch their grandeur to
Sustain our hope and striving.
Shivering, I crash instead into
Our rush into losing everything
There is to lose: day, night, the
Center itself, I ask if our purpose
In the universe is found in such
Disposition, or lost by it as well.


George Salamon lives in St. Louis, MO and most recently has contributed to One Sentence Poems, The Asses of Parnassus, and TheNewVerse.News.