The Ear of Dionysius

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The Ear of Dionysius

echoes through history

of plots to kill the tyrant

voices that echoed

against the chamber

deep in its prison walls

hard to stop the madness

echoing beyond throat

of the oppressed

when democracy ended

 

Across centuries and waters

(now leaving Sicily)

the history of Albania unfolds

fifty years of dictatorship

when clergy and poets died

political opponents

enemies of the state

under surveillance wherever they go

executed or imprisoned

hear their echo

 

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dVerse prompt on the word echo.  Legend of the cave of Dionysius being a prison and the voices of the imprisoned were heard plotting because of the remarkable echoing of this cave.  In October, I stood in the darkness of this cave and practiced my echo voice, then a tour bus group came in and started to sing.  I know there is more to this poem than I have here -how history echoes into the future.

The Ear of Dionysius

Two Worlds

I

I am the boundaries that divide

placed by politics

a mockery of continents

ill-placed border crossings

blockades

walls

no-flight zones

international waters

can be changed

by exploration

treaty or war

 

II

One day I split continents

still eruptions and quakes

know no boundaries

with my heights and my depth

salty waters

fresh streams

flowing over me

I create weather and air

take care

of me

 

 

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dVerse prompt to write an apostrophe

Two Worlds

Wild Horses

There are still wild horses

in Nevada and Wyoming

mustangs from Spanish bloodlines

their hoofs strong

never shod

herd following a stallion

who is leader and protector

a spirit 

hard to be broken

easy to break it off

young ones

brought into the pen

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dVerse prompt on spirit.  The wild horses roam on BLM land and the herds are managed by the BLM.  To control the population, every year some are caught and brought to holding areas where they are tamed of their wild spirit and sold at auction.

Wild Horses

Selling Their Brother

Where did the money go that the sons of Jacob held in the hand after selling their brother into slavery?  Surely Joseph was a fine specimen that would command a high price, or did they sell the brother cheap?  It would have been hard to hide the money from their father.  Perhaps the father knew what they had done, could tell the difference between sheep and his son’s blood, and did not look further for fragments of a body.  Waited patiently for a journey to Egypt for the reconciliation of his family.

Selling Their Brother

I want to write like Dali

I want to write like Dali painted

disjointed

everything capable

of fluidity whether a horse

or time

or an elephant and rhino on stilts

elongate the llllllls

create more holes in the OOOOOOs

put a whole world inside just one

put a landscape on the table

a seascape in knees

find paragraphs

that grow trees

 

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dVerse prompt on surrealism

 

 

 

I want to write like Dali

Kudzu

a little satire comparing kudzu to racism

 

It’s called the front porch vine

grows over everything

makes for comfort with its shade

 

easy to propagate when you get tools

roots are huge and spreading

deep rotted

 

hard to pull out

just when you think you’re rid of it

here it is again

 

it can bring folks together

like a festival

a klan or a government

 

some use it for their own advantage

cultivate it

profit from its invasiveness

 

stir it in a drink

feels warm and good

when drinking kudzu tea

 

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dVerse prompt on an invasive plant— this was a prose poem which I reformatted into short Plath lines

Kudzu

Crack

you thought it was whole

now there is a space

that can’t be filled or glued

you don’t know how it got there

it has left you trembling

you puzzle over

how such a perfect thing

has now a crack

because you smoked it

 

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word “crack”.  Felt like this prompt opened up to a look at addiction.

Crack