All I Have Are Ashes #Akhmatova #poet #societalcancer

 winter scene

I’ve cried for seventeen long months,
I’ve called you for your home,
I fell at hangmen’ feet – not once,
My womb and hell you’re from.
All has been mixed up for all times,
And now I can’t define
Who is a beast or man, at last, 
And when they’ll kill my son.
There’re left just flowers under dust,
The censer’s squall, the traces, cast
Into the empty mar…
And looks strait into my red eyes
And threads with death, that’s coming fast,
The immense blazing star.

~above is an excerpt from “Requiem ” by Anna Akhmatova*

Tears mingle in the dirt
whose ashes are these?
they look familiar
momentarily my tears sparkle in the mud
“oh yes that was my first love
he died at the hand of Lenin
my son is still awaiting my tears”
the ashes have worked their way
into the fabric of one shoe
clinging to memory
“please God  give my frailty a purpose”
this shoe I ask that they not take 
I must cling to it for warmth

when the winter breezes dry my once fresh skin
kiss my cheek with remnants of him…
~mdw

(my echo of a poem to this Russian woman who knew such pain)

Anna Akhmatova is known as one of Russia’s finest female poets. She lived during a time when freedom of artistic expression was unwelcome. Her losses were many…

This is being shared with Poets’ United Midweek Motif the topic Cancer.

This recent poem Winter’s Accusation deals with cancer the disease. I write occasionally about it but I usually try to stay clear of those doors.

Sticks and Stones #poetry #photography

stream

if I could give up

one thing you see

it wouldn’t hang

from a big apple tree

*

if I had to stand

with a big lettered sign

it would not be written

in cursive or in rhyme

*

if there were a big group

standing in a crowd

people united

some silent others loud

*

i’m not sure if ships

blockading in the sea

or a broad high fence

barring you from feeding me

*

is it sticks that you bring

or is it rocks

what point are you making

with your useless sling shot?

***

The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek motif is Boycott.

 I am not sure if a boycott of items or a service really does much.

Will a Cold War (a boycott of sorts) with Russia help my friends in the Ukraine???

Are the boys barring the way for practitioners  (with sticks and slingshots)  into their villages preventing the spread of Ebola?

My signs would say:

“Give Crimea Back”

“Stop the Spread of Ebola – NOW!!!”

Under Glass #crimea #Ukraine #photography #poetry

under glass

Like a science project

something to be analyzed

we never touch you

we only observe

write the data

pen the findings

draw a conclusion

You in the world’s fishbowl

swimming against a red tide

only to find

all of your school is missing

though the report

“only a few are dead”

Brilliant you fighting fish

swimming in cadence

parading about in colorful costume

destroying the inhabitants

watery souls

face down in the sea

****

I can find nothing about friends who reside in Crimea.

Ukrainians who love their country are threatened with each step .

My friends where have you gone???

 

Her Name is Crimea #Ukraine #poetry

flag

a yellowed, antique lace veil

shivers in the breeze

once worn by her babushka

she fingers the edges lovingly

grateful her once blue eyes

now opaque having seen too much

*

ancient green fields waved

once welcoming mariners

adventurers from distant lands

now scarred and impotent

 battleships crouch as lions

poised, ready for action

*

limp and lifeless flag

tattered blue and yellow

 an emblem of a scourged, reclaimed land

freed from cold, iron curtains

no breeze left to breathe into life

red machinations alone stir the air

Ukrainian Flag is an image I found on Andrey Bondarchuks’s facebook page. by Kaska Szapska.

Lunch, обед, Dejeuner (That Theme Thursday Thing)

Around the world – it’s time for

Lunch!!!

or обед

or depending on your time zone

Dejeuner


The word may be different

the length of the meal may too

but everyone comes running

with those wonderful smells

what would you do?

What’s For Lunch?

hmm

bread, le pain, хлеб

Avec

peanut butter, fromage, borsh

yum

and why not some

Soda Pop

Vin

Chai

to wash it down

my dears

For without lunch

we would go hungry

into dinner I fear

Thanks to themethursday.blogspot.com

Thank you for just the right photo: LanceFisher