I hope you all had wonderful holidays, and are back ready to write your way brilliantly through 2016. As we saw 2015 out with poems for peace, I thought it might be pertinent to begin this brand new year with a few more poems on the topic. Looking at peace from three different perspectives are poems by Elizabeth Crawford, of Soul's Music, Sanaa Rizvi, who writes at A Dash of Sunny, and Susie Clevenger, of Confessions of a Laundry Goddess. I hope you enjoy them.
Have to wonder about people who insist on giving power to voice of politicians that constantly weave a web of fear.
Who search for threads of thinking to spin to the masses, molesting their minds with nightmares of only possible futures.
Who beat the jarring drums of hatred and war until the ability to think clearly becomes cheesy, impotent, blind to any calm reasoning.
Perhaps one can only curl oneself like a dog in shaft of moonlight, wrap self around own sense of truth and softly croon aubades
to the hopeful rising of a sun of peace.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/13/15
Sherry: I especially enjoy the idea of curling oneself like a dog and wrapping ourselves around our own sense of truth. And I love the "hopeful rising of a sun of peace." How did this poem come to you, Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: I was surprised when you chose it as a "peace poem". I was using two wordle lists, and most of the 24 words seemed to want to go in only one direction. For me, the poem is a bit angsty, letting off steam at the current affairs that are all over the news. I was aware that I had used most of the words, and that "peace", "dog", "aubades", and "moonlight" were the only ones left.
I thought of my favorite dog, Macarthur, and what a peace-loving animal he was. Gentle until he thought someone might be threatening me. He'd curl up at my feet, even when I sat outside at night to gaze at the stars and, yes, sing to him. And that's where that final verse came from. Mac was a tri-colored collie: black, white and gold. I got him from the Humane Society when he was about six weeks old. He was my emotional support system for seven and a half years. He was diagnosed with canine lymph-node leukemia. My vet called him "The Gentleman". I have a few pics of him, but this one is my favorite. The kids next door loved to play with him, tossing a frisbee that he would catch and return to the person who threw it. Except when I was present. Then he'd only bring it back to me. So they'd come and ask if Mac could come out to play, but would I please stay in the house, lol. I still miss him, even after thirty years. Thanks so much for choosing my poem.
Sherry: The pleasure is mine, my friend. The part about Macarthur is what captured my heart. What a beautiful soul he was! We can learn much from his example. Bombarded as we are by horrific events on the news, I think our spirits want to curl up just like that wise dog, shut it all out and preserve our equilibrium. Inner peace is important, too! I love your poem! Now let's take a look at Sanaa's offering, shall we?
At night while world is fast asleep; We give our souls their full release. The scent of daisies and violets blue; Rose and faded their hopeful hue. All earthly doubt they thus remove; Trust and mountains readily move. Possess a heart and point to prove. Hope won’t flicker – hope won’t cease I dream of song – I dream of peace
Dew drops are gems of winter morn; The calm within the snow and storm. Oh take me back where I belong; Love for peace just can’t be wrong. Time to prosper – time to increase I dream of song – I dream of peace
Sanaa Rizvi 2015
Sherry: This is very poignant, Sanaa, especially as you are young. "I dream of peace" - as all young people dream, who wish for a peaceful tomorrow, in the midst of the clamor and turmoil of today. What were your thoughts as you were writing this poem?
Sanaa: Thank you so much, Sherry, for featuring my poem. I'm highly
honored to be a part of the discussion. I wrote this poem the night when Bjorn
spoke about the poem "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou during Poetics at
dVerse Poets Pub. The poem left a huge impact on me as I sat down to write my
While pondering upon the definition of peace, I chose to
depict the time of night and early morning in the poem. Its so true isn't it?
We feel the most peaceful while deep in slumber, safe and sound in our beds at
night, and while waking refreshed the next morning, sipping tea while looking
outside our window.
As I pictured this scene, the refrain suddenly popped into
my head and thus my poem was complete! To have peace in the world exactly the
way we ourselves feel it during the time we are asleep and awakened. Now that
would be sublime. Such is my definition of peace - a prayer which soon one day
will be fulfilled...Amen.
Sherry: A wonderful dream, arising from those restful moments. Thank you, Sanaa. I hope your dream of peace will be realized one day. There is much around your word "awakened". Humanity needs to awaken from their slumber and set to work realizing our collective dream of peace.
Susie's poem speaks powerfully to the issue of gun control. This may seem like a strange choice for a "peace poem", but there can't be peace while people are shooting each other.