abdication…

infant child care
safe and nurturing
home away from home
promised growth
and
learning
through play
that’s
the solution
private preschool
individualized
sterile instruction
on
how to succeed
in life
through
monitored
behavioral goals
that’s
the solution
sessions
with
a child psychologist
topics
vary
attempting
to define
what does not exist
that’s
the solution
private structure school
designed
to cater to
the
individual
while shaping
the young mind
for
social conformity
that’s
the solution
parenting classes
with joint
child psychological counseling
topics
vary
redefining
what does not exist
that’s
the solution
public education
mingling
with the common folks
without
the social tools
to separate
the desires for acceptance
from
socially approved
processes
of acquisition
that’s
the solution
world travel
isolated from peers
to gain
insight of the world
without
addressing the desires
for
acceptance
that’s
the solution
boarding school
designed
to cater to
the
individual
while shaping
the young teenage mind
for
social conformity
that’s
the solution

 

hypothesis on redundancy…

each night
the same prayers
were said
before
meals
and
bed
the child wondered
in his head
whether or not
god
had a hearing problem
and so
like with his grandmother
things needed
to be
repeated
or
whether god
was like
uncle joe
terribly forgetful
needing
to be reminded
daily
of the chores
assigned to him
by grandfather
perhaps
neither
of those
were true
perhaps
god was
an obstinate child
refusing to respond
to requests in prayers
unless
the number of requests
equaled
the critical breaking point
of his parents’ patience
that
breaking point
just before
unwarranted punishment
that
seemed to be
the most logical conclusion
and
indeed
one
he could
identify with

grandmother’s fourth of july…

grandmother's fourth of july

old photos
on an oak chest
a family reunion
like every 4th of july
when grandmother
expected all her children
to join together
at walnut creek
to celebrate
family
and
survival
a picnic lunch
prepared by her
fourteen children
uncles
and
aunts
all assigned
to bring
enough food
for a small army
of
husbands
wives
and
grandchildren
a scouting party
was always
sent out in advance
to claim
the best shady spot
since
other clans
met there that day
with
each race
in separate areas
of the park
there
were
of course
explosions
emotional
as well as
fireworks
before the day
was done
some relatives swearing
never to return
but
always arriving
the next year
but when
grandmother died
so too
did the drive
for reunions
and soon
just as these old photos
will be placed in a box
for a yard sale
or
just tossed away
the reunions
were forgotten

weekend magellans…

digital decoupage cwmartin

a burst
of cold air
mingles
with spring rain
sending chills
down spines
of
overeager campers
campers
pitching tents
along the riverbank
in hopes
of finding
lost treasures
but
discovering only
plastic bottles
without pirate maps
or
messages
from long-lost lovers
nor
was there found
ancient arrowheads
from
long
vanquished tribes
known by
all
school children
to have dined
upon a fare
of human veal
but
fearlessly
these pilgrims
of adventure
prepared their meal
of can beans
and
over-processed hotdogs
sharing their culinary delights
along with ghost-story desserts
falling
soundly asleep
until
the coyotes
reminded them
of
where
they were

 

illusion and/or ship of my childhood…

we
like all boys do
made from mud and bricks
a dam
to hold back the flood of tears
which fell as rain
from the eyes of angels
so that we might sail our ships
across this ordained
yet demonic sea
ships made from
now forgotten dreams
and small pieces of wood
with sails
of gum wrappers
and string
and when our ships were ready
we began our journey
to lands uncharted
within our minds

https://slpmartin.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/ships.mp3