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| Juliet's Balcony |
Perches
Juliet's balcony
in Verona-
my thoughts flit
to elaborate
bird palaces
in Istanbul
& then quickly home again
perched here on our creek
a wooden deck here for now
as the sun light ignites me
so alive for now
knowing no myth
no fame or name
will save this house
and view
from time.
poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab
I feed on freedom ... a Time Traveling Poem
by Anne Selden Annab
I feed on freedom-
wind in my hair freedom
birds sing freedom
flowers bloom freedom...
Freedom from ugliness.
Freedom from anouther's rage
(funny how my own rage
feels so innocuous.)
Freedom from violence,
freedom from cruelty,
freedom from hunger
and joblessness.
Freedom from servitude
and slavery and homelessness.
Freedom from starvation
Freedom from selfishness,
I think... I hope ... Oh and the freedom to think,
and hope,
maybe even say what I think freedom.
Freedom to mourn the removal
of exquisite equine statues
and historic generosity...
Noble gestures once respected
and honored like gravestones
and old bones buried long ago.
Technology changes how we move forward,
from formal carved, upright headstones on
a hillside- to the opposite with countless
totally flat memorial plates, like trap doors
in a mowed expanse of grass lawn dotted by
tight bunches of cut flowers marking here
and there... to wilding now with native flowers
and new forests absorbing urns
that are compost for ashes.
Planned stretches of meadows
with birdhouses,
or meditation grooves
with water features... woods with paths,
living parks to mourn and honor our dead
while we the living still have the freedom
to wander and wonder what if...
poem copyright ©2021 Anne Selden Annab
