I hold my own hand
and step into that place
I don’t know and can’t see–
I was always making it up,
but in reaction,
waiting for clues–
Now I see only myself,
my indecision mirroring back
and making me hesitate–
More than a crossroads–
paths appear everywhere
as the center shifts–
I sway with choices–
pick a card, any card–
eeny meeny miny mo
I wrote this for the earthweal weekly challenge strange world. When I went to post it today, I realized it’s the 75th anniversary of the Hiroshima bombing, so I decided to include some of the art and words from my previous 70th anniversary post.
The madness of humanity has been evident for a long time.
no meaning no sense
words are lost is there a way
to stop this bleeding
What are we going to do about it?
This is our cry.
This is our prayer.
Peace in the world.
–inscription on the Children’s Peace Monument in Hiroshima
http://www.nippon.com/en/images/k00009/
also linking to dVerse OLN hosted by Lillian
It is so easy to forget this in the midst of all that is going on today with the pa demic. We should not forget other tragedies as well. Thankyou for reminding us
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Thanks. You are right, we need to remember in the Hope’s we will learn.
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I love your artwork, Kerfe. These are very poignant words.
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Thanks Robbie. It’s a solemn remembering.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #2: K’s latest #haikai -esque poem for Earthweal commemorates Hiroshima Day.
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Thanks Frank.
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My pleasure, Kerfe!
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‘I hold my own hand’ — what a great opening line. I’d say arresting but it sounds like handcuffs.
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It’s hard not to feel that way sometimes in this crazy world.
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Sometimes you’re the only one you can count on.
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Your first stanza is perfect, compelling without being overwrought, strong and simple, and the rest follows suit. So many paths…or is it really only two as in the Frost poem, while the rest are merely dazzle in the spectrum of events? Your poem, as is proper with a real poem, has more questions than answers.
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Thanks. Definitely more than 2 choices these days.
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Wonderful and painful to read and contemplate – peace evasive, Hiroshima and now the terrible explosion in Lebanon. Sigh. The origami is so beautiful.
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Thanks Sherry. Paper cranes always pull at my heart. We need many thousands of them now.
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That first stanza is wonderful–so evocative. Beautiful art.
I’ve been thinking all day about writing about this 75th anniversary, but I can’t quite come up with words that don’t trivialize it.
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Thanks Merril. This day gets to me every year.
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Yes, I understand.
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Such solemn and remarkable poetry, K. You describe in essence the tragedy, and how there is no meaning or sense in it all. There never is. As well, beautiful artwork and words. They’re very touching and emotional. ❤
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Thanks Lucy. Sense is in short supply.
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Thank you for posting today….and recognizing the 75th anniversary of Hiroshima. In 2019 my husband and I were privileged to visit Hiroshima…to see the Atomic Dome (the still standing section of a building next to the river where the bomb was dropped. We visited the museum – saw the artifacts. Walked with others in silence through this sacred space. Thank you for your beautiful artwork and speaking to this day.
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Thanks Lillian.
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Looking back at Hiroshima and all the calamaties to follow, one wonders why it is that men are forever seeking war. To what end? Sigh
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A good question with no answer. Thanks Beverly.
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Ah this is so beautifully done. I loved the art. Wow, I’d like to use it for a post next week. With all due credit of course.
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Thanks Jude. No problem, as long as you give credit. My pleasure.
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I gat you on that👌🏾
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Very introspective poem. “Indecision…making me hesitate.” Indeed.
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Thanks Bill.
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You’re welcome.
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