A poem in response to Dorothy Allison's essay

A poem in response to Dorothy Allison's essay: A Question of Class.

For Dorothy.

Courage, humor and love

Simply disappear

In the politics of They.

Despair must be lived

In a world that despises the weak.

They who hold dominion

Overcome and deny.

The impulse to forget/remember

Those who disappear into:

One pair of eyes

One set of hands

--Heard by no one.

Our tears form the ground notes

In a howling cadence of

What will not change 

In the world of We.

Courage soul: learn to wield.

         © Karen Joyce 2019

Spring: A Work in Progress

Spring: A Work in Progress

You are not broken - you are part of a whole universe

Humanity.

The fear of losing ground

Baseless, vulnerable and afraid.

Looking out the patio door

I am lost in the unity of the wind, green freeness,

Trees, my father

A continuum.

Plugging in, topsy-turvy

An angel on my shoulder

Stay in place, safe exploring gentleness, grace.

~Karen Joyce  04/2019