Unidentified #poetry #abuse #photography

 

 

You, Incapable of feeling

or so it seems

I, possessed by terror

resides in dreams

cast a spell

in this heart of mine

red dripping ink

 from a living hell

you callous fiend

no friend of mine

you sacrificed

a love so fine

I turn away

write painful verse

loose the bonds

release the curse

a child once

no longer am

a whipping post

scarred face and hands

*

cold stone welcome

each day a path away from pain

freedom’s warmth

moon photo

Many children, women know abuse at the hand of another. It seems that one thrives on causing pain while the other is starved for love. The one never feels and the other becomes numb to feeling. Unfortunately (for the abused) being whipped is better than being cast into the pit of “forgotten.”

It can take a lifetime to walk away; even may mean waking to the reality of cold stone.

 

The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Identity

They Make it Look Easy #nature #snow

winter path

I marvel at winter’s bird

dance on the snow for me absurd

weightless they walk  in worst blizzard

I marvel at winter’s bird

light like a feather or whispered word

I marvel at winter’s bird

my snow dance more cold than absurd

The bird’s out in the worst of today’s storm inspired me to shovel a path. “Less work for tomorrow.”

Stay warm and safe you who share something in common with “Winter’s Bird.”

Lonely are her shoes #tanka #art

One of Teika’s Ten Tanka Techniques as discussed by Jane Reichhold:

  1. Mystery and depth – yūgentei, the image evoking ineffable loneliness

 

This category is associated mostly with Fujiwara Shunzei (1114-1204) Teika’s renowned father and tanka expert. Teika mentions this in some of his other teachings and uses as examples poem #3:254 Kin’yōshū by Toshiyori:

 

uzura naku / mano no irie no / hamakaze ni / obananami yoru / aki no yūgure

 

cries of quail
from the shore of Mano cove
winds blow
waves of plume grass
ripple in autumn dusk

 

 

black and white ballet shoes

 

dance is done

discarded ribbons on stage

shoes on a nail

old eyes caress memory

finger yellowed playbill’s dust

ribbons

We’re losing Antibiotics of Last Resort: NRDC’s Analysis Unveils the Global Spread of Drug Resistance

Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News

Carmen Cordova, Staff Scientist, San Francisco

Every week seemingly brings new evidence that we are overusing and on the verge of losing the effectiveness of life-saving antibiotics. The latest story to emerge was that discovery of a new form of bacterial resistance to colistin that can be easily shared between bacteria. Scarier still is that resistance to this critical antibiotic has spread globally.

Colistin is a drug of last resort which can save a patient’s life when faced with a multidrug resistant infection. The gene that gives bacteria resistance to colistin (“the colistin gene”), it turns out, is now more mobile and easily shared between bacteria, and has now been widely detected in meat, on animals and in people in many different countries.

What our new analysis maps, below, is that the list of countries across the world continues to grow, showing how this resistance gene has spread globally…

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The Pinnacle #poetry

 

petals in the snow

It was at this peak

for the first time

I found love

cool, crisp were your lines

my first solo climb

off the precipice

I jumped

into empty lies

carving into moguls

some shallow some deep

rose petals in the  powder

you could hear the beat

the foolish heart

seeks for occupation

breaking my leg

pain not soon forgotten

strength has all but failed

for my encore traverse

the pinnacle breached

life’s fall rehearsed

***

final blueprints

plans fall into place others fail

on a pinnacle

 

Poet’s United prompt is Mountain.  My  cryptic symbols reflect life on the end of a Pinnacle.