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

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 the howling cadence of

  

what  will not change

in the nightmare world of We.

Courage soul: learn to wield.

~ © Karen Joyce  06/2008

Handshake with President Obama, 2008 NH

Something else...too

Something else...too

You were in a dream last night.

It was a rich one with lots of color, images and textures.

It startled me but then I am not surprised.

I've expressed myself over that last two years through metaphor and poems, 

images and words.

But still do not feel understood or heard.

Like you said once, maybe it was the longing that was the gift.

Only my heart doesn't know the difference and for me it wasn't 'just longing'.

It was real enough.

I don't know why you want to come and disturb what's left.

The time capsule that you want to paw through, dissect or update with your

'list of things'

-Or take trophy for your new life....

For me there is only more breaking.


             © Karen Joyce 5/2008