It’s been a difficult, tense few days for many in the US and around the world. But even — if not especially — when words fail us in our everyday lives, there’s still poetry. Here are four powerful voices on the uncertainty of freedom, the complicated process of healing, and more.
Ra, “Chaos”
These are the first tacos
after 438 days in jail.
She’s smiling,
focusing on food,
and freedom.
She’s ignoring the noise,
the flickering lights,
the customers in mismatched clothes,
the music,
the people on phones,
the cleaning supplies,
the smells,
the traffic outside,
the door without locks.She’s smiling,
but every time she sees this picture,
she tries to see
the freedom.
but can only see
the chaos.
Visit Ra’s post to see the photo that inspired this poem.
Photo by Making and Marking, shared in response to the recent Daily Post challenge, “Chaos.”
Leeza Marie Petrov, “Movement”
V. One Hundred and Eighty Main Street
oh! i am sixteen and three quarters years old, the sky is grey and muddy and the air tastes like electricity all of a sudden.
the window on my side of the mini van is cracked the slightest bit open so i can feel the raindrops catch in my hair: i am coming i am coming i am coming and and i am also going
the exit on the four ninety five tells me Andover is just Two Whole Miles away, and it feels as if holy hell is breaking out in my head.
lightning wrapped up in my left pocket, cell phone in my right, and i realize that finally i am the big kid Katie told me about –
and all i want is a plastic shock blanket
Read the rest of this six-part memoir-poem over at Leeza Marie's blog.
Emily Anne Hopkins, “The Monster Is Familiar”
The page: a body
is this, a body is that.
The threat: internaland opaque. This might mean
the girl is external to everything.
Mirrors double the quickmovement. Impossible pleasure—
to picture her own closed eyes.
A mask of lack: the nose missingand sharp contours. What double
skin is this? The monster
hands her a daisy,and she takes it into
her mouth. The monster likes
to see her well-fed.
Head to THE FEM, a literary magazine of diverse, inclusive, feminist writing, to read Emily’s poem in its entirety.
Photo by ARTKORPII II, shared in response to the recent Daily Post challenge, “Chaos.”
Rachel Dacus, “Wings Clipped”
Reaching too far in arabesque
I may have cracked the two bony flaps
on my vertebra through. The seam
is clear in the x-ray, an injury
that self-soldered. I can’t recall,
nor can my parents, when their child broke
her back in such a crash. I only have the mirror
image: straining to hold my upraised leg high,
a pointed wing behind my head.The surgeon diagrams how this inner butterfly
tied to my spine must be sheared off,
crushed and repacked with materials
between vertebra that will be fused
and bolted with titanium. The fluid joint
that hinged my backbends and arched
like a suspension bridge
will merge into a solid trunk.
I will stilt my way through the day.
Read the rest of Rachel’s poem at Panoply, a literary zine.
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These are wonderful. I enjoyed each of them!
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That was awesome
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Wonderful!
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Awesome…
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Great poems.
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wow great poems
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Great poems, nice lift after the last few days. Thanks, Ben!
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Thank you for including me in this. The other poems were awesome!
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I loved your poem, and how well it worked with your photo. A moment well-captured.
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Thank you, Ben. Had it not been for the Daily Post prompt, I don’t think I’d have ever put my finger on why it made me anxious to see it. Now, the anxiousness is softly settled in me thanks to the reflection. Chaos is not an unknown. I can deal with a little chaos. 😉
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That’s one of the few reassuring thoughts I’ve read in the past few days, so: thank YOU.
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Loved all of them, keep writing!
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Hey! Please check out my poems too! I am a 14 year old so my poems would seem a bit childish, so feedback welcome! 😊
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These are great!
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Great poems.
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The poems are all lovely. I particularly like Wings Clipped.
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Hi! These are really great poems. Especially CHAOS I liked the most. I do try my hands on writing poetry and couplets.
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“Wow” is the word for the poems.
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I really love these poems. Now part of my favs.
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I loved this !!! I too write motivational blogs I will be happy😊 if you read my new blog #resilient
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Not usally my kind of thing but i really enjoyed them.
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Fabulous poems, thank you. So moving at a time like this with so much political unrest.
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Lovely.. beautifully written
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Hey nice ones! Can u plz read my poems and give me some suggestions on how I can improve em?
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Thank you for these, they are wonderful! I especially like ‘Chaos’ – I can see / feel every word.
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Marvellous
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Thank you for sharing these poems. I especially enjoy “Chaos” – I feel that there is a deep as I can feel the words. I feel as though poetry is meant to be interpreted in many different ways. I interpret this poem as a women who is stuck and the prison is a metaphor for whatever she may be stuck in. For some reason, I picture an impoverished women, who has found found – and although she can see the beauty in the world, she is stuck in the chaos… waiting to escape.
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Thank you — this really revived my soul.
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Inspiring.
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