Thursday, April 18, 2019

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

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

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