Looking for Thunder

This is my offering for David at the Skeptic’s Kaddish who hosts the Wea’ve Written Weekly (W3) poetry prompt set by Ami to include the words sovereign and rights. This poem was written as a Catena Rondo, a poem with any number of quatrains with a rhyme scheme of AbbA, BccB, CddC, etc. where the first and last lines of a stanza are identical and the 2nd line becomes the first line in the next stanza. The final stanza is an exact copy of the first. As for my poem, I don’t really think this one needs any preface or explanation.

Bring the thunder, cleanse the air
Wash me clean in pouring rain
Debride the wound, stop the pain
Bring the thunder, cleanse the air

Wash me clean in pouring rain
Renew the earth, restore my rights
Bring me back from these dark nights
Wash me clean in pouring rain

Renew the earth, restore my rights
Rain wet washed I take my stand
Sovereign autonomy, I demand
Renew the earth, restore my rights

Rain wet washed I take my stand
Bring the thunder, cleanse the air
Heaven and earth hear my prayer
Rain wet washed I take my stand

Bring the thunder, cleanse the air
Wash me clean in pouring rain
Debride the wound, stop the pain
Bring the thunder, cleanse the air

Looking Past Want

How slight the shift from want to need
Coveting what others own
Delighting in another’s groan
How slight the shift from want to need

Coveting what others own
Envy’s seed takes root and grows
Leaving us in Satan’s throes
Coveting what others own

Envy’s seed takes root and grows
Jealousy leads down a perilous path
Earning family and friends’ wrath
Envy’s seed takes root and grows

Jealousy leads down a perilous path
How slight the shift from want to need
Use deceit and lies to assuage greed
Jealousy leads down a perilous path

How slight the shift from want to need
Coveting what others own
Delighting in another’s groan
How slight the shift from want to need

The above poem is a Catena Rondo. The term rondo refers to a repeating line or theme and such is the case with this form. There are any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas) with a rhyme scheme of A/b/b/A where the first and last lines of the stanza are identical. In addition the second line of the stanza becomes the 1st line of the following stanza. This is repeated until the last stanza which is identical to the first stanza… If is sounds confusing just look a little more closely at the poem and it all becomes clear!

Most of what I write is prompted by some life experience and this one is no exception. The season of gift giving and greed is upon us. I cringe when I think of parents attempting to salve their guilt or make amends for divorce by going into debt. The idea of an extravagant holiday was always tempered by the budget. Fortunately that was also the way Sparky was reared. When the boys were little we made a point of distinguishing between want and need. It made many decisions easier and provided a palatable explanation for the inevitable question of “why”. Soon they would express a want instead of a need. They caught on that needs would be provided without question but wants had to be justified and reasonable. They needed new shoes – done. They needed a drink of water – no question it was immediately provided. They needed a Gameboy – (insert sound of needle skidding across a vinyl record) wait one cotton picking minute! Please explain how a Gameboy is essential for your health, education, growth, or spiritual well-being. I have smart kids. They were told that we (the parental units) were not spending money on an expensive toy and that when they moved out of the house and were earning their own living they could spend their money however they saw fit. That didn’t mean that wants were disregarded. It meant that wants, when provided were special gifts. This was of course not a one time discussion. We had regular discussions on the repercussions of confusing need and want. In the end they grew up and bought their own gaming systems. They also learned the difference between want and need and as a bonus they developed a mind set that allows them to cope with delayed gratification. Neither one is in debt. They have been able to save and then judiciously spend their money. Unlike some of their friends whose parents failed to use that most useful word in the parental vocabulary – NO.

Blogmas entry: The Christmas when the boys were still young enough to consider that Santa might be real, Sparky made soccer goals. They were designed to be taken apart for storage but we wanted to have them assembled for Christmas morning. They were huge. So he put them up on the roof very early in the morning and it started to snow. We wrote them a letter “from Santa” and put it under the tree. It said that there was a gift that wouldn’t fit down the chimney so he left it on the roof. They were a little skeptical but the snow had obliterated all of Sparky’s foot prints on the ground. On the roof you could just make out a few footprints and what looked like sleigh runner tracks (from the ladder). They were convinced that Santa was real – at least for another year…

Looking in the Window

So CalmKate posted a little photo challenge on her blog to creat your own post about the photo above. I was struck by the waterfall of tears and the silouette of trees as lashes. Eyes are often windows to see within but they also function as mirrors. The fires that have raged and still rage both literally and figuratively in 2020 have made a gash in my psyche. A slash and burn kind of landscape, at least emotionally, is my experience so far.

The closer I look the more I see
My tears spill out before I blink
What I see makes my spirit sink
The closer I look the more I see

My tears spill out before I blink
Trees afire I watch them burn
Fox and deer to ash they turn
My tears spill out before I blink

Trees afire I watch them burn
I’m unable to stop the flames
I can’t remember their names
Trees afire I watch them burn

I’m unable to stop the flames
Destruction spreads and reigns
The grim reaper gathers grains
I’m unable to stop the flames

Destruction spreads and reigns
The earth is scorched and turned black
Death will never give them back
Destruction spreads and reigns

The earth is scorched and turned black
The closer I look the more I see
The earth cries out “just let me be”
The earth is scorched and turned black

The closer I look the more I see
My tears spill out before I blink
What I see makes my spirit sink
The closer I look the more I see

The above poem is a Catena Rondo. It consists of any number of 4 line stanzas having a rhyme scheme of AbbA where the first and last lines are identical. The Second line becomes the first and last lines in the next stanza and so on until the last stanza which is identical to the first stanza word for word. It has repetition and that gives it a chant like quality.