In Pakistan the theme for International Women’s Day is “Connecting Girls, Inspiring Futures.” In solidarity (I just picked a country at random), I am reblogging this poem, which I wrote last year.” I hope the day will come when all people – regardless of country or gender – are able to express themselves creatively in whatever way and whatever field resonates for them.
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I know that I haven’t powers enough to divide myself into one who earns and one who creates. Tillie Ollsen (1912-2007), American writer and feminist
I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to some lost, lonely
fatherless child to embrace her
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along her stone path, invoke sanity
I want to tell her: don’t sell your
dreams for cash or buy the social OS*
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Instead, let the poem play you like a
musician her viola, rewriting lonely
into sapphire solitude, silken sanctity
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Let it wash you like the spray of whales
Let it drench your body in the music
of your soul, singing pure prana into
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the marrow and margins of your life
Let the poet-shaman name your muse
and find you posing poetry as art and
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discover the amethyst bliss of words
woven from strands of your own DNA.
Yes. I read a poem today and decided
I must deed it to a lost fatherless child
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© poem, 2011, 2012, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved
* OS – Operating System
Photo credit – Jaime Junior, Public Domain Photographs.net
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