These days are not the days we chose —
and yet we live them day by day
by day
and more again —
hoping, gasping, grasping, choking —
wondering where the nearest axe
will fall — at his demand —
in worlds we didn’t choose, accept, nor certainly allow,
and yet we nonetheless accept and breathe,
accept and breathe … into
this death that takes
our precious days
and wastes them —
purely wastes them —
caring only for his cash and
pageantry,
while angels cry.
c. Pam Goode
Sometimes
Sometimes I need to feel life touch me hard before I can think clear. Even when what’s inside is cool and clean and library quiet, and the outside hangs heavy with heat and sticky wetness. The outside rubs me naked with life until I open wide. An arrogant mosquito kiss. The embrace of a web.…
It’s Hot. You’ve probably noticed.
Yeah …Hotter than hot. Steaming hot.Sweltering hot.Blisteringly hot.Hot as Hell hot. Or maybe hotter than hell. Then again, is there anything hotter than hell?I don’t think so. All my friends are vacationing. Which is, I can’t lie — obviously the best way to spend a blisteringly hot summer. I keep seeing pictures of girls gadding…
Today, I woke up with nothing to do. And I mean NOTHING.
UM … NOTHING??? This has never happened to me before. After looking around the house for awhile (still nothing), I spent some time finishing the few tiny pieces leftover from my last project … and then I looked around the room again. I tried moving some furniture here and there. Eh. I cleaned up those…
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
So love MORE, dance MORE, hug MORE, talk MORE, share MORE, protest MORE, think MORE, imagine MORE, create MORE
Copyright Pam Goode
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Thank you Pam!
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Powerful piece, Pam!
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Pam, very well said. Sums up the despair that so many of us feel, and likely a contributing cause of the stress that seems to have manifested itself on my torso in the form of Shingles – ouch! I would highly recommend the vaccine to anyone who hasn’t had it yet and will certainly get it once I am cleared, as I hope to never suffer this experience again. Too bad there isn’t a vaccine available that would protect us from this national lunacy.
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A stunning poem, Pam. It says everything I want to say. Thank you.
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