Monday, February 19, 2018

"In Remembrance"

In Remembrance

Damp and dreary today dawns, settles 'round my shoulders with a weary sigh.  Mo(u)rning mists my glasses as I shuffle through leaves fast becoming grey; contemplate life slipping away silently without fanfare.  No trumpet call, no pretentiousness; just color ebbing, leaving behind something once vibrantly splendid.  Even the lake's silvery stillness indulges my mood, reflects an egret's gliding grace; angelic white wings soothing as a sweetly sung southern hymn.  Canoes stacked, red, blue, green upon yellow, almost garish, hunker down for winter's bite yet able to yearn for spring's gentle caress and summer's bold laughter - but not these leaves.  They must dissolve into the earth from which the came.  I pick one up.  Pocket it.  Hesitant to let go.  Find myself looking back, remembering the glory that was.

A thousand todays I've walked, yet yesterday's greying bloom lingers.

by Margaret Bednar, February 19, 2018

An English haiku is usually 17 syllables (three lines with syllables 5-7-5) but some websites say it should be less in order for it to be tighter and more similar to a Japanese haiku.  I aim for about 17 - the Japanese haiku aren't always strict to their syllable count so I give myself a bit of leeway as well.  It should hint at at season and usually the topic is love.  I prefer to write it all in one line, not three, like the Japanese do.

I believe sorrow is best dealt with taking one day at a time and eventually becomes a bit comforting if we let it - the memories hopefully bring a smile to one's face instead of tears.

This poem is dedicated to Galen Haynes (aka G-Man) who passed away in December 2014.  I miss this intelligent and generously kind man's presence here in the blogging world.  I wrote this poem back in 2014, but I did tweak it a bit today:  added the grey reference which I think works well along with a few other minor changes, changed the format to a haibun, and added my (as always) feeble attempt at a haiku.

This is linked with "dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday - The beauty & the misery of grey"

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Politics as Usual

Politics as Usual

Passionate, broad-minded, and fair -
so we claim to be

yet the taught red line
drawn between us

quivers with irascible fear
where no reasonable voice is heard

as most are shouting
and others have fingers jammed in their ears.

by Margaret Bednar, February 17, 2018

If the dynamics don't change - if the vitriol and intolerance for ideas (I mean LOOK at the colleges today... they are afraid of diverse rhetoric and thought!  - it's "think like me or you offend me".)  but I digress...  doesn't stop, we are doomed to only get worse.    Our politicians on both sides are in it for the money and power - I mean please, point out one politician who is truly bi-partisian and is concerned for the good of our country and not securing a job in Washington D. C.

Let's start with: Term Limits, one six-year Presidency (no second term, NO campaigning), and I'd love to see a viable third party one of these days.

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Imagined by Brendan MacOdrum, Hasta La Vista, Wormtail: Satiric Verses"  My feeble attempt at satire.