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Bogdan_Dragos

feeling the train

A pretty thick

slice

of hell

That was life

so far

But today things

will change

Today he was six

years

old and that meant old

enough to

guide his blind father

on the streets

The old man was only

blind for

a year after some work

related accident involving acid

And there was a mother

somewhere too. She left

shortly after

father’s accident

Today father held on

to his son’s shirt

at the shoulder and told him

to walk towards the

railway

“I want to listen to

the train,” said father

but it turned out he

wanted much

more than that. He wanted to

feel the train. Against

his face

So he stood on the rails

and told the kid

to go back home

and return after an hour or so

“Okay,” said the kid. But

he didn’t leave. He watched

from a safe distance

Didn’t even find

the

event particularly disturbing

Then he went back home

and had some

fruit loops with milk

and his first taste of

beer

He had become a

man

***

https://bogdandragos.com/2021/01/19/feeling-the-train/

Challenge
December. What does it mean to you?
This is one interesting month, at a chemical, psychological, and emotional level. Whether it is your interest in the contrast of lights vs. the earlier presence of the dark, the drama, or the good feelings that come from a cup of cheap hot chocolate, write about it. Poems, prose, fiction, non-fiction, lyrics, whatever works for you. Make me feel it.
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TomJonas

December and Our Discontent - An Allusion and Three Quotes

“So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pissed off all the time. It’s just not worth it. Derek says it’s always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can’t top it, steal from them and go out strong. So I picked a guy I thought you’d like...”

My challenge entry is composed almost entirely of quotes from others who have said it better than I could. That first one is from the end of the disturbing 1998 film exploring white supremacy in America, American History X (Directed by Tony Kaye and starring Edward Norton). The words are spoken by the character, and narrator, Danny Vinyard. I’ll complete that quote in a minute, but here is the best summary in song of my feelings about the Christmas Holiday - thank you, Jackson Browne for releasing this in 1991, on your album with the Chieftains - The Bells of Dublin.

The Rebel Jesus

All the streets are filled with laughter and light

And the music of the season

And the merchants’ windows are all bright

With the faces of the children

And the families hurrying to their homes

As the sky darkens and freezes

Will be gathering around their hearths and tables

Giving thanks for God’s graces

And the birth of the rebel Jesus

They call him by the “Prince Of Peace”

And they call him by “The Saviour”

And they pray to him upon the sea

And in every bold endeavour

And they fill his churches with their pride and gold

As their faith in him increases

But they’ve turned the nature that I worship in

From a temple to a robber’s den

In the words of the rebel Jesus

We guard our world with locks and guns

And we guard our fine possessions

And once a year when Christmas comes

We give to our relations

And perhaps we give a little to the poor

If the generosity should seize us

But if anyone of us should interfere

In the business of why there are poor

They get the same as the rebel Jesus

But pardon me if I have seemed

To take the tone of judgement

For I’ve no wish to come between

This day and your enjoyment

In a life of hardship and of earthly toil

There’s a need for anything that frees us

So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer

From a heathen and a pagan

On the side of the rebel Jesus

If cinema and song aren’t your genres, here’s my favorite for December from the world of non-fiction - this is from Martin Luther King Jr’s last book, written in 1967, Where Do We Go from Here: Chaos or Community?

“The assistant director of the Office of Economic Opportunity, Hyman Bookbinder, in a frank statement on December 29, 1966, declared that the long-range costs of adequately implementing programs to fight poverty, ignorance and slums will reach one trillion dollars. He was not awed or dismayed by this prospect but instead pointed out that the growth of the gross national product during the same period makes this expenditure comfortably possible. It is, he said, as simple as this: ‘The poor can stop being poor if the rich are willing to become even richer at a slower rate.’ Furthermore, he predicted that unless a ‘substantial sacrifice is made by the American people,’ the nation can expect further deterioration of the cities, increased antagonisms between races and continued disorders in the streets. He asserted that people are not informed enough to give adequate support to antipoverty programs, and he leveled a share of the blame at the government because it ‘must do more to get people to understand the size of the problem.’”

Danny Vinyard, same movie, same breath as the earlier quote I used from his character, continues with a paraphrase of the words of Abraham Lincoln, from Lincoln’s first inaugural address in 1861:

“We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory... will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.”

Putting quote in quote may never lead us to put hand in hand, but then again, it might.

I like to remind my Christian friends that in their tradition Hope and Joy arrived as an infant needing care and feeding - I think that’s a pretty accurate metaphor about hope and joy in general.

Here’s to us, figuring it out, together. The nights are already getting shorter, and the days are longer and brighter.

Challenge
In twenty words, tell me something beautiful about life
Keep it clean and tag me! You can write multiple things or just one. Poetry or prose.
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elysianseraph

today leaves me feeling empty, like a tree rotted from the inside. but there is tommorrow. always tomorrow, at best.

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aryelee in Poetry & Free Verse

drowning ouroboros // the wake of the end

this is the last sunset humanity will ever witness,

it is because of that we weep at the glow

and wonder why we never loved it before.

in these last reckless moments,

we indulge in our sweetest wishes,

let our mouths become bloody on the tenderness of others.

like stars, we seek each other out,

outstretched hands meeting in new supernovas--

in our end is our beginning:

Ourouboros, the snake in endless agony,

we follow in its wake

love is giving, is consumption.

the newscaster cries on live TV two hours before

the station shuts down forever.

“Whoever you are,” they say, “I love you. Please don’t be afraid.”

they don’t show the weather because we all know what’s coming:

heavy storm clouds appear in the night,

stretch the darkness out into eternity.

it’s not all bad, not all petrifying.

I find you in the wreckage of humanity;

the comfort of your arms is sweeter than the waters Lethe.

with our doom hanging overhead,

humanity finds its greatest joy:

each other.

and isn’t that something?

to look death in the eyes

in our last moments and say

“You made me learn happiness.

You made me love more than

I thought possible.”

what is temporary is irreplaceable.

it’s why we hold onto each other as

drowning, desperate things.

we’re all just victims of another flood myth--

clinging to the raft with bloodied fingers

clinging to another with bloodied lips

the worst part is that we did this to ourselves.

only in the end can we see what could have been,

the joys we could have held

and you tell me that time together is sweeter

no matter the circumstance,

that the end of the world is the beginning of another.

what comes after this?

another world, babe, another us.

what else?

Challenge
Your response to “make me a sandwich”
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TomJonas

Miracle Whip

I will not deny it - I knew it was love when she finished her fries, licked her fingers, and said, “My safe word is Miracle Whip - are you getting the check, or am I?”

Twenty years later, we snuggle and laugh as the outtakes of Melissa McCarthy and her husband roll during the credits of “Bridesmaids.” I’m not saying I’m into food sex all that much, but when I say, “Make me a sandwhich, please.” my wife sternly, gleefully, takes my hand - and she leads me to the bedroom, not the kitchen.

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