by Susan | May 6, 2017 | Do Something, National Poetry Month
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness. Man is a curious brute—he pets his fancies— Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury. So...
by Susan | Nov 11, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Grass By Carl Sandburg Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under...
by Susan | Apr 30, 2016 | National Poetry Month
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun– My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. Rose until it touched the sky– The wall. Shadow. I am black....
by Susan | Apr 29, 2016 | National Poetry Month, Uncategorized
Paul Robeson stood on the northern border of the USA and sang into Canada where a vast audience sat on folding chairs waiting to hear him. He sang into Canada. His voice left the USA when his body was not allowed to cross that line. Remind us again, brave friend! What...
by Susan | Apr 28, 2016 | National Poetry Month
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his...
by Susan | Apr 27, 2016 | National Poetry Month
I had a dream three walls stood up wherein a raven bird Against the walls did beat himself and was not this absurd? For sun and rain beat in that cell that had its fourth wall free And daily blew the summer shower and the rain came presently And all the pretty summer...
