March 22nd, 2015

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Not About Politics

I read about (http://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/new-politics-at-the-university-of-north-carolina) the changes that the North Carolina board of governors are imparting on the state's university system. On January 16, Tom Ross, the outgoing president of UNC, said “There’s been a dramatic change in the state’s leadership, in policymakers.” John Fennebresque, the chair of the board of governors, insisted that the decision for Tom to resign was not about politics, at least not “to the best of my knowledge”. My thoughts on this produced the poem “Not About Politics”.

Not About Politics
Poem for Day 081 – 20150322

It's not about politics,
it about who's in charge,
and what they want to do.

We'll shutter your programs,
shutdown dissenting voices,
for the good of our cause.

Count the dollars and cents,
this is the true purpose inherent,
training drones for our work force.

Look not to what's lost now,
the pain will be short term,
cancer removed for the best of all.

Liberal ideas have no merit,
dare not indoctrinate our youth
with stain of enemy dogma.

Embrace diversity, the other kind,
that worships the orthodox
of national flag and dollar sign.

It's not about politics,
because we're in charge,
just sit back and enjoy the ride.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Dancing with Grace

I had an interesting conversation with a fellow dance. He said he was reluctant to ask the young ladies to dance because he was not sure how young they were. I said that I couldn't tell either, and this instead gave me free reign to ask any of them. Later I considered that these young ladies are the age that daughter Grace would have been if she was not a stillbirth at nine months. Now I dance with partners who echo what my daughter could have been. The poem “Dancing With Grace” is about this experience.


Dancing With Grace
Bonus Poem for Day 081 – 20150322

I'm dancing with Grace,
her hand to my shoulder,
the other joined in kind.
A view of what could be,
for a daughter entombed,
present in my arms tonight.

Kindly relation dear stranger,
you could be the one,
my little girl reborn.
Divine grant me this echo,
beautiful revenant corporal
of a daughter now passed.

What could she have been,
I may never know for sure,
but in your image I am assured.
I acclaim your achievements,
your elegance and beauty,
of age as the one not here.

You honor her and all your kind,
in your life's ways, choices made,
to the best of what could be.
I'm dancing with Grace,
you truly are not her,
fair clue of what could have been.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved