April Poetry Month (Day 15): Suzanne Rosenblatt #npm16 #wppoets

[April Poetry Month 2016 Table of Contents]

suzannerosenblattSuzanne Rosenblatt writes travel journals, performs with the Earth Poets and Musicians, draws wordrawings along Lake Michigan and moving dancers during rehearsals and performances, paints sunrises on the beach, does tai chi and yoga, dances whenever the opportunity arises, gardens organically, is an environmental and political activist, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and wife of one. Her books include Everyone Is Going Somewhere (MacMillan), Memorandance (Marcel Dekker), and Shorelines (Gallery of Wisconsin Art), and illustrations in her daughter Sarah’s books, On the Waterbed They Sank to Their Own Levels and One Season Behind (Carnegie Mellon University Press). http://www.rosenblattgallery.com/


 

Glow Ball Warming

Let’s cool down the glow of global, rev up the war on warming
Cool down the glow, rev up the war
Lower the heat, live with less, not more
Lower the heat, lower the heat
Wear a sweater, double socks on the feet
Throw out incandescent
Use bulbs that are fluorescent
Minimize, minimize, don’t be a user
Love mother earth, do not abuse her
Is this something we can do
It’s up to you, and you and you, andyouandyouandyouandyou
We can’t start anew anew, anewanewanewanew
What’s done is done, we can’t undo, cannot start anew anew

Let’s cool down the glow of global, rev up the war on warming
We’re all in this together, don’t want to die of weather
Each of us has the weapon, better not to weep but to step in
Try not to take a plane, if there’s a bus or train
Try not to use a car, if you can bike that far
Walk walk walk wherever you can, live your life close to the land
Wash small items in a wash bowl, use a clothesline when it’s not too cold
Eat your dandelions, love your purple clover
Whatever kills them, will also kill Rover
Don’t poison the soil, eat organically, don’t grow grass, plant a tree,
Cosmos, coreopsis, zucchini, lettuce, tomatoes, broccoli
If you don’t grow a garden, at least eat local,
If you care about the earth, at least be vocal
Let the whole world know we have to cool down the glow.

Is this something we can do
It’s up to you, and you and you, andyouandyouandyouandyou
We can’t start anew, anew, anewanewanewanew
What’s done is done, we can’t undo, cannot start anew anew
And you, and I, and I, and you can choose
Ego or eco, ego or eco, if it’s ego, we lose
Egoecoegoecoegoecoegoeco we go we go we go we go
Where we go, we’d better know
Ego or eco, ego or eco, the difference is a g or a c
C in eco, C in community, G in ego, G in greed
Wanting wanting more than we need
Ego eco a G or a C
And that may determine, Life’s viability

 

What’s Wrong with Imperfect?

Color the lips, slim down the hips
Get rid of the double chin
Realign teeth, cover crows’ feet
Powder each pimple that breaks through the skin
Pluck out the brows, then draw them in
As if imperfect outside means imperfect within

Mascara the lashes, pierce the ears
Shave the armpits, hide all tears
Spray sweat away, shadow the eyes
Get rid of grey hairs, with chemical dyes
Powder each pimple that breaks through the skin
Pluck out the brows, then draw them in
As if imperfect outside means imperfect within

Cut the grass short, spray weeds away
Make sure the lawn, shows no sign of decay
Let nothing grow wild, control all that’s seen
Keep the grass a flawless green
Shape all hedges, manicure edges
Don’t let nature intrude on the eye
Of any casual passerby

Kill each dandelion that pops through earth’s skin
As if imperfect outside means imperfect within.

We face the world with our face
We face the world with our lawn
Based on the premise that absence of blemish
Means perfect or lovely or strong
There’s no contemplation as we smear, spray, or place
Cockeyed concoctions on our lawn or our face
And yet they may do much more than we think.

For whatever we use to cover our stink
Alter asymmetry, or make Snow White’s apple red,
Can also leave us sick, or dead.

We ignore the damage that might arise
Creating faces and lawns that are lies.

 

SATSUNMON

I wake up and it’s the next day
Then I wake up and it’s the next day
Then the NEXT day
No day        Will stay
I wake up
Sun day      Sun down
Monday       Mon done
Tuesday      Has to go   
No two Tues in a row
No two Tues     No tutu,
I dance through     Time
And it’s Wednesday       Wed once
Then Thursday     Thirsts away
Into Friday     No more fried eggs
Sat day       No more sat fat
Saturday Sun
Mon, one more Mon   Day
One more Mon     Th,
Jan Feb Mar Apr May Ju Ju
Aug Sep Oc Nov Dec, gone, too
One more MON     TH
One more MON     DAY
One more MOM     ENT
One more MOM   ENT
Million moments marched away
Million moment march
Sun Mon Tuesday Wednesday Thurs
Friday Saturday Sun
I wake up
And I’ve lived too long
To die young.

 

[April Poetry Month 2016 Table of Contents]

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