Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Poem: Monsoon

The desert earth
drinks in the rains
like thirsty winos
gathering in pools
under bridges,

(c) 8.9.16

Photo courtesy CBS5-KPHO Television, Phoenix, Arizona
Taken 8.9.2016, shared at https://www.facebook.com/CBS5AZ/

Poem: Juxtaposition of Inequity

The following poem was inspired by this post on Facebook. These are true news stories:

Facebook Post (Name Removed for Privacy)
July 30 at 1:58pm ·
There are two news stories in my timeline right now. They go like this:
Louisville, KY: a black woman is brought to trial without pants on because the jail refused to provide her any
Los Vegas, NV: Judge rules that a neo-nazi can have a professional make-up artist cover his tattoos to prevent them from "influencing the jury"
Ain't that America?

Juxtaposition of Inequity

Ridiculous vignettes
Of American "justice"
Painted macabre
No institutional racism?
That dark joke elicits
No laughter; only
A disproportionate angst
I, white woman, middle-aged
Rock and roll poet, lowly
Wanna be prophet, I
Can do nothing, only
Speak. Write. Pray.
Call out injustice.
Can there not be found
A pair of pants?
Can there not be found
Human dignity?
Hate may be hidden,
But coal in the heart will
Consume. One day
Justice will prevail, but
Not without the voices
Of those who cannot speak
Not without words, heard
By those who mete out
Inequity upon a population
Meant for love and glory

(c) 2 August 2016

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Poem: economies crumble

economies crumble
governments topple
wars break out
pompous politicians
reveal their
but in the dark of night
the cat at my feet
enjoys his bath

photo &  poem 24 June 2016

Poem: Poetry of Night

the poetry of night calls, unbidden
disappears before dawn;
the usual
only one meets

yet only after
of desire

Photo & Poem (c) 7.5.2016

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Poem: In My Hand

In My Hand
In my hand, new life
What new life?
It’s death
Only by dying do we live.
Dying to hate
Dying to fear
Dying to violence
In my hand, death
What death?
It’s life
This beating heart
Breaking with the
Tears of the world
Awake, my dying soul
Awake to love
Awake to peace
Awake to hope
In my hand,
New Life!

© 17 June 2016 by Suzy Jacobson Cherry

Friday, May 27, 2016

Haiku: Windchimes

Morning's gentle breeze
Plays hopeful songs for the day
Awakens Spirit

Haiku & Photo (c) 27 May 2016