The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/21/09

[BlueIris]

"Equinox"

I must keep from breaking into the story by force
for if I do I will find myself with a war club in my hand
and the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun,
your nation dead beside you.

I keep walking away though it has been an eternity
and from each drop of blood
springs up sons and daughters, trees,
a mountain of sorrows, of songs.

I tell you this from the dusk of a small city in the north
not far from the birthplace of cars and industry.
Geese are returning to mate and crocuses have
broken through the frozen earth.

Soon they will come for me and I will make my stand
before the jury of destiny. Yes, I will answer in the clatter
of the new world, I have broken my addiction to war
and desire. Yes, I will reply, I have buried the dead

and made songs of the blood, the marrow.

--Joy Harjo

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

I love it!

Great word play and imagery...

Thank you!

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. fucking A

:headbang: