Poetry and Politics

i voted

Go vote.  I’m not a politician.  I’m a poet.  I won’t tell you who to vote for.  I won’t even tell you who I voted for.

I don’t write political poetry often.  When I do I’m usually unhappy with my words.  But I am a huge fan of Freedom of Speech and the Right to Vote.  It is by exercising these liberties that we protect them.  Use them responsibly and often.

When you return from the polls, or if you’ve already cast an early ballot, click here for a haunting, beautiful song, “Ezra Pound” by Paul Gebo.


And here’s an old poem of mine.

i choke
a great silence rages all around me
so loud i can’t hear myself breathe
despite panting with raw, gurgling lungs
a silence greater and more ferocious
than any god or demon could be
so gigantic that every whisper dies instantly
and every scream
is sucked dry from the throat
before it is ever uttered
it is the silence of war
ripping the voice boxes out of infants
it is the silence of alienation
poisoning the mouths of children
it is the silence of violence
surrounding me in a cacophony of
empty blackness spinning in my head space
i cannot speak
the silence is too strong
and i choke on my words
as they are forced into my
burning stomach
and could my sound escape
it could not be heard
over the roar of silence echoing
in a cold cavity between ears
a great silence rages all around me
so massive and heavy
i do not know i am crying


Do not be silent, speak up.  Vote.  Have a Voice.  Sing a song.  Scratch out a poem.  Speak your truth and vote your conscience.  And send me a link in the comments section.  I will listen.  I will read.  And even if I do not agree with you I will fight for your right to speak your piece.  I vote and I write.

 

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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