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JOY in waging the peace .  . .

JOY in waging the peace . . .

Joy, peace, peace and justice, poem, Poetry
“If you want to end the war then instead of sending guns, send books. Instead of sending tanks, send pens. Instead of sending soldiers, send teachers.” ~ Malala Yousafzai (17 year-old Noble Peace Laureate) tawny moon, an evening grace, a calm drapes itself on the dwindling day the mystic mountains, pristine, rise high above an earthy base, the wizard Merlin’s realm with memories of a green and primal past … …….of rootedness …………..essential things and Peace! a lively Peace … visits us on the briny spray, delights at the meeting of land and sea at rhythms of ocean against the shore as waves drift in and out, fling and toss stop, start, begin again and then again splashing, salt of a mother’s tears moonlight wanes, a liminal hour and Peace! capriciou

Celebrating International Women’s Day with poem, prompt and events sponsored by Peace Action

Joy, justice, poem, Poetry
Listen Child I read a poem today and decided I must deed it to some lost, lonely fatherless child… to brace her along her stony path … Listen child, don’t forsake your aspirations or buy the social OS Just let this poem play you like a musician her viola, reframing lonely into solitude and sanctity Let it wash you like the spray of whales Let it drench your body in the music of your soul, singing pure prana into the marrow and margins of your life Let your shaman soul name your muse Discover the amethyst bliss of words woven from strands of your own DNA Yes! I read a poem today and decided I must deed it to a lost fatherless child © 2011, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved WRITING PROMPT On my own blog, The Poet by Day, Wednesday is

the smell of wood, the scorch of fire

this rough-barked sequoia stump, sitting in majesty in its coastal home, victim of wildfire, burned down to its gnarly roots, its nicks, holes and char, eons of scars, life seemingly cut off, goddess snake alive inside the concentric circles, the smell of wood and scorch of fire, at the verge of our infinity, in its truth ~ pristine rugged pulsing haunted by the geometry of limbs, the calculus of green, the algebraic eloquence of a world within a world  ~ So present. So essential. So primal. it sings to itself in the marrow of our bones - Jamie Dedes WRITING PROMPT In preparation for The BeZine 100,000 Poets (and Friends) for Change Saturday, Sept. 24, 2016 Theme: Environment/Environmental Justice This poem was originally written in 2014 for Wilderness Week. There wer