crisis management plan …

 

always on thin ice
that’s how you wanted life to be
you wanted people
to see you as a strong and brave
your ghost stories told each day
daily ghost stories
shared with all of life’s passerbys
whispered in the night
to lovers and part-time friends
knowing always on thin ice

 

for the record…

understand
this
the clubs
and
bullets
wielded by
american
security forces
will
and
have
killed americans
the blood
of wide-eyed dreamers
still stain
the walkways
of atlanta
chicago
la
and
every place
that peaceful resistence
was seen
as a threat
to the status quo
of greed
your words
of democracy
mean
nothing
when
the financial
profit
of politicans
is at stake

the blood rose…

Image provided by Jade

as a student
i asked bapa dola
what is a blood rose
his eyes
filled with tears
slowly he spoke
a blood rose
is one that collects
all the sadness of a soul
i did not understand
but one day in haiti
i place a white rose
upon a pile of rubble
where my friend was sure
a child’ body was entombed
and before my eyes
the rose began to bleed
i asked bapa dola
why this happened
he said
beneath this rubble
lies a mother’s
second heart beat
and a father’s pride
ignored by all those entrusted
with the world’s alms
so that they may
gain more profit
like shylock they guard
those coins
letting these unmarked graves
stay here day
after day
and as i listened
the last rose i held
began to bleed
as if it felt
my pain

 

This is the seventh part of a series of poetry challenges between Jade (http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/) and me. The whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (or visual muse, if you want to), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image. Visit her site to see how she has responded to my sixth challenge photograph on her site.  As a note bapa dola is an african soothe sayer who has been with me in spirit since high school….he is getting very old.