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Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ This week’s theme is Hobbies and Pastimes, Passions and Entertainment. Stop by the Potluck to read some poems offered by both seasoned and upcoming poets. Also posting to One Shot Wednesday: http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
These days I spend my evenings in Ethiopia.
Torrential rains flood the shores of the Blue Nile.
I cut for stone in Operating Theater 3,
outside I hear the blaze of failed coup d’etat.
Dear Africa, I’ve trod the single file paths of
leafy jungles, ‘neath trees of Poisonwood,
through forests that devour, that feed on lives
of those misled in service of God’s holy name.
With Little Bee I, too, would flee to distant shores,
escape atrocities (only to be hurled once again upon your mercy.)
From Haiti also I’ve sought refuge. The slave of Valmorain set free but lost
to love forever and to my land, the island far beneath the sea.
As well would I take leave from Oklahoma’s dust
only to be lost to greater desperation in the land of wrathful vines.
In silent (though not passive) observation, I stand by, witness
the demise of hope, the emptiness of Gatsby and Buchanan
or see a tree spring forth from wretched poverty in Brooklyn’s
tenements where branches spread if roots grow strong and deep.
For those who read, there is no place forbidden,
no mountain that cannot be scaled, no culture
left forgotten, no life condemned to end in an obscure whimper.
No era will I leave untouched if I but open up a book and read.
This poem is based on a few of my travels in the land of fiction. If I were to exhaust the list of my favorite books in this poem I’m afraid I’d crash the site and definitely weary the reader. For today’s MONDAY MORNING WRITING PROMPT I invite you to write a short poem or essay based on one (or more) of your favorite novels and post a link in the comment section of this post. Thank you!