"You have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance."
|God's Hand, sculpture by Carl Milles (2007)|
photo by Ellgaard Holger
“Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.”
Midweek Motif ~ Balance
Astrologically, we're in Libra. Is that not reason enough to think of balance, balance with grace and poise?
How easy is balance in any area of life? Do you look for balance? lose it? create it? guard it? suspect it?
Your Challenge: Explore the possibilities of balance in a new poem.
|A woman demonstrating the ability to balance (1904)|
one is always
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
(only to balance our grade average)
3 grains of salt
to one ounce truth
our sweet black essence
or the funky honkies down the street
and lately i've begun wondering
if you're trying to tell me something
we used to talk all night
and do things alone together
and i've begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
GOODBYE TO TOLERANCEGenial poets, pink-facedearnest wits—you have given the worldsome choice morsels,gobbets of language presentedas one presents T-bone steakand Cherries Jubilee.Goodbye, goodbye,I don’t careif I never taste your fine food again,neutral fellows, seers of every side.Tolerance, what crimesare committed in your name.And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread,blood donors. Your crumbschoke me, I would not wanta drop of your blood in me, it is pumpedby weak hearts, perfect pulses that neverfalter: irresponsiveto nightmare reality.It is my brothers, my sisters,whose blood spurts out and stopsforeverbecause you choose to believe it is not your business.Goodbye, goodbye,your poemsshut their little mouths,your loaves grow moldy,a gulf has splitthe ground between us,and you won’t wave, you’re lookinganother way.We shan’t meet again—unless you leap it, leavingbehind you the cherishedworms of your dispassion,your pallid ironies,your jovial, murderous,wry-humored balanced judgment,leap over, un-balanced? ... thenhow our fanatic tearswould flow and minglefor joy ...
An Irish Airman foresees his Death
Spiderman in old age, Reykjavik by Pobel (2010)
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.
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in the spirit of the community—(Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ The Owl.)
Good morning. poets. Against my own advice, I rushed to complete a poem before showing up today. Go figure! I'll probably revise a few times as the day rolls along. Maybe by day's end, I'll find balance. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the challenge. A big welcome to All!ReplyDelete
Thanks Susan, for the excellent and challenging prompt. Happy Wednesday everyone :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for today's prompt SusanReplyDelete
Hi Susan! Hope the prompt would be noticed in my poem a bit obliquely though:) Great to be here after a long gap.. PU was missed all these weeks:)ReplyDelete
Hello everyone, from a very unbalanced Toronto, as more rain is expected to fall here. Also finished growing webbing on feet and hands. Am sharing a very dark personal poem, this week, very much related to what going in the American capital, Washington, D.C. I have placed a warning to readers that it covers subject matters that they may find offensive.ReplyDelete
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Good morning, poets. I enjoyed the examples given, especially the Giovanni poem. Thanks for the prompt, Susan.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the prompt Susan. Got me saying what was on my mind.ReplyDelete
Hi! A difficult choice to make in poetry as well as in lifeReplyDelete
A difficult choice to make in poetry as in lifeReplyDelete
Beautiful! So many facets to explore.ReplyDelete
A day late but better late then never - I just tipped the balance of Wednesday into the second half of the week! It took a while for the prompt to sink in and simmer.ReplyDelete
I’m late too! Great prompt Susan!ReplyDelete
What a marvelous group of poems! I love that some of you are taking your time. Your images are moving!ReplyDelete
Hi forgive me if I am off my rhythm . Writing a poem after a month of drafting plaints and affidavits!ReplyDelete