Rejoining The Human Race

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Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #82 and VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Read on

old faces reappear
with new ones making an entrace too
rejoicing the changed times
at big city meet ups
for celebrations freeing us
to be ourselves once again

sorrows and stories exchanged
hugs too
reconnecting to what once was
and holding on tighter now
a new reality begins for us
with renewed hope for a better future

Shituation

20/20 doesn’t mean what it used to
hope was sucked out of our beings
drowning us in metaphorical waters
the despair vibrated in the gasps of the dying

can we recover…

politics, and the anger it fueled
climate change, and the natural disasters which ensued
sickness, and the devastation that followed
all of it ravaged the land, the body and the heart

i hope we can recover…

but there are stronger ones among us
survivors, come what may
we’ll need to lean on them
or forever lose our way

we can recover…

Thanks to my hubs for the title of this piece! I’d wanted to write one final piece about the year 2020 but hadn’t found what I would call an acceptable way to lead into it. Recently, while having a discussion, I misspoke trying to utter the word “situation.” Great discussion and a title was born!

Duane L. Herrmann

NEW “NORMAL”

Zoom here,
Zoom there,
Going nowhere, and yet anywhere!

UP AND…

Little spider climbing
up the air
on invisible string.

SPECIAL FRIEND

Gentle purring indicates
it is awake
soon
will need to be fed.
I care for its needs,
it can then help me –
we are a team:
my friend,
my chainsaw.

FOREST ENCHANTMENT

The man has a place in the country, a few acres. Part of it is meadow, but part is hillside with trees. The meadow is a nice open space, but it is the trees that enchant him. Their shade and the breeze particularly attract him. They are his refuge from a life of stress. A friend posted a photo she had found of someone who also had trees, and in their roots had placed tiny elfin doors, windows and even walkways, handmade but exquisite. He would do that too!! They would add a magical touch to his magical place.

SO MUCH UPSIDE DOWN

He sits at home imprisoned by disease, yet his world has expanded more than he ever imagined. Technology connects him to people and places in the world where he could never otherwise have gone. The curse and blessings are mixed. He can see and speak with people who had moved far away, yet cannot hug his grandbabies. It has become a strange world. Among his pastimes has become a search for himself. Not an inner, existential search, but a search for evidence of physical accomplishments. With the internet, he can search for his published work he would otherwise never have known about. It still puzzles him that writings of his have been posted from one site to another after their initial acceptance. He doesn’t mind – he is surprised. As a child, his mother refused him any identity of his own. Now, he finds he exists all over the world. Amazing!!!

A NAME IS…

“English was good enough for Jesus, it’s all I need, and you’d better stay away from that foreign stuff too!” Cecilia’s Father was vehement in his pronouncement.

“It rhymes with Hawaii,” Cecilia sighed and finished. She had just mentioned to her father the names of Bahá‘u’lláh and Bahá’í, that the first meant ‘the Glory of God’ and the second, ‘Follower of the Glory.’

“English names don’t have meanings,” he refuted.

“Armstrong, who had a strong arm? Boatright, who built boats? Smith, the village blacksmith? Most names have meanings, we just don’t know them.”

“Still, that’s foreign stuff.”

“Granpa was born in Germany. That’s foreign!”

“Well, that’s diff….”

“And Jesus wasn’t born in Kansas.”

At that, her father had to grin. He couldn’t argue there.

“Every religion is new some time. People living in the Roman Empire thought the name of Jesus was strange and new.”

“You win,” he grinned lovingly.

~~~

Herrmann aspires to be a hermit, but would miss his children, grandchildren and a few friends.  He is known to carry baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and converse with owls, but is careful not to anger them! A traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, cyclothymia, now, PTSD. This is Duane’s second feature on The Short of It.

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Published at LIQ Project!

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Honored to have Life Is Off and Taking My Temperature accepted for this project! It is so important that we have places to store the feelings and the emotions this year of upheaval has given us. Hopefully it will gain us insight for what not to do in the future should this type of life-altering event occur again.

I’d recommend you browse through all the other submissions too. The creativity, the honesty, the heartbreak of all their experiences is rich with what we would call “The Human Experience.” So much resonates with the fear, the uncertainty and just how much life stays the same too. We share in order to survive.

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Strangely Forward

like out of a sci-fi film
the tension builds
as our reality becomes an unrealistic
and an unwanted fantasy
we’d never have dreamt up willingly

personal habits mutated overnight, for some
people affected before our eyes, everyone
all steps ventured became tentative
a feeling of a strange abnormal that couldn’t be defined
the markers of who to be kept changing

many were lost, not just the dead
their lives upended with new realities of despair
retreating into themselves, forced there
alone with the grim reaper
loved ones watching from afar, helpless

covid-19 will cease to be eventually
oh, but the cost of the lessons learned
as mentally, emotionally and physically we heal
the scars of devastation will linger
the pain of the losses great
as we, the left behind, begin to emerge anew

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#3 Chloe Evans
#4 Edwin Hooper

Our Reality

2020 – the very definition of crazy.

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Goutam Dutta

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Indian summer 

Fallen leaves, yellowed.
Hot winds blast during the day.
Sweet Mangoes beckon.

Festival of Colours-Holi 

Hues of fire on trees.
Festival of hues on cheeks.
Pristine moonlit night.

Monsoon Hues-India 

Wet stray on road,
Searching for shelter from rain.
Thunderclaps exhort.

An entry in Lockdown Dairy 

Bare roads, sans human.
Nature sets up symphony,
With birds, bees and breeze.  

The beautiful Taj Mahal-India 

On Yamuna’s bank,
Love’s monument pristine white;
With the moonbeams vie.

Indian Winter nights 

Winter nights-
Sitting around a fire
Waiting for the morn.

A cough,
Cold air’s whiplash;
Invites sufferers’ curse.

Long nights
In a donated quilt.
A homeless prays in sleep.

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Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. He lives in Kolkata, India and writes poetry in English, Hindi and Bengali. His book on English poetry “Hues of Life” (Notion Press) can be found at Amazon. He can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com. Goutam blogs at Straight from Heart.

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People

Let me begin by saying, there are individuals who absolutely, positively, through no fault of their own, do not possess any capacity for intelligence. I get it and I’m not discussing that segment of our population. It is beyond their control and abilities, and are not being judged in this opinion piece.

The term stupid is considered derogatory, and yet, also a statement of fact about someone’s intelligence. A stupid person is one who tends to make poor decisions or careless mistakes because of a lack of intellect or understanding. The implication being that stupid people require more knowledge or education. However, even when given more information, they are not likely to absorb it properly. I see part of the problem as an unwillingness on their part to comprehend additional information. Another part is the lack of critical thinking skills. That’s the reality.

It would seem that many stupid people want to stay at their own ignorance level instead of proactively making the effort in understanding the issues, problems, and concerns surrounding their current situations needing dealt with. Throw into that lack of intelligence unfettered emotions that add absolutely no value to a problematic situation and well, you see, you have a mess. This scenario just leads to no resolution and generally more confusion for the stupid person. And frustration to those around them who are impacted by the stupid person’s poor choices and decisions.

I’m not sure if this current COVID-19 situation brought these thoughts out in me or if it’s 45’s (lack of) leadership that has irked me to no end. And just so you understand, I’m feeling more than just irked.

#ENDRANT

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