Saturday, January 23, 2021

My two cents

The Slope We Slide Down

It's not enough to quote Micah 4:4.
It takes more than a phrase 
We seek harm to none
to erase the harm that is done 
being donein the name of justice.
Words don't cut it. It's a fact. It just is.

How can we hope for the Light
when we delight in staring at our own reflection
thinking, "It might not be perfection, but it's close,
and those—the others—if only they could be
like us  righteous..."? How can we see
we are about to fall
when all we care for is mirrors?

Careful  humans make errors.
When you set forth ill-equipped with pride,
watch your step  it's slippery outside.

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

prompted by the inaugural poem
image: Pixabay

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Ekphrastic Poetry: Old Trees

The Ekphrastic Review logo

Happy dance: a publication! 

Head over to The Ekphrastic Review to read my poem Old Trees

and see the beautiful photo that inspired it. Thank you, Mark Windham!

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

"Old & New" (Poem)

Old & New

When standing at the threshold of
The vastness of another year 
Wishing for happiness and love –
Would we not drop a single tear 
Upon the moments come and gone,
The promise that once brightly shone?

The vastness of another year  –
Chance x 365.
Would we not hold to what was dear—
For worse or better—in our lives
In 2020? Would we fail
At lifting the misfortune's veil?

Wishing for happiness and love,
Would—with a steady hand—we cast
Into the fire the treasure trove
Of love and happiness, the past 
"Cursed" year has brought us? Would we see
Nothing but dread and misery?

Would we not drop a single tear,
Would we not bid a kind farewell
To the unchartered surreal year
Humanity could not foretell?
Would we reject the gift, neglect
To pause and quietly reflect

Upon the moments come and gone,
The value, meaning of it all,
Uncertainty and fear, upon
The revelations, big and small, 
Our brokenness, our strength, the way,
The souvenirs of yesterday?

The promise that once brightly shone  –
Would we not let it shine anew
As we keep calm and carry on—
Rich with the old year, pulling through—
Pick ourselves up and turn the page,
As thankfulness takes center stage?

Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)