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Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXXI

Art Link Inner Light Personal Evolution (an unfinished poem about a life not ended) Brief moments of awareness… like the immersion of a skipping shell in the liquid of another life. Suppression…Submission…Denial Insistence…Duality…Fear Anger…Confusion…Dissociation Coalescence of self… the protecting shell loses momentum, ceases skipping, and begins to sink. Control…Struggle…Pain Loss…Crisis…Acknowledgment Hope…Death…Existence Birth of identity… the sinking of the shell propels up a splash, a pearl of dew, which hangs suspended. Trying…Failing…Crying Learning…Knowing…Growing Assimilating…Adapting…Being Examination of soul… while gravity stops, the revealing lens zooms through the wet, uncovering layers. Exhilaration…Disappointment…Loss Pride…Necessity…Doubt Honesty…Certainty…Change. Assertion of gender… Vibration of ego… internal bonds break, the mist that was dew drifts on the wind, scattering slowly. Listening…Traveling…Speaking Reading…Witnessing…Writing Relocating…Suffering…Returning Perusal of purpose… catching an updraft the mist attaches to motes of dust from other life paths. Joining…Disclosing…Contributing Attending…Despairing…Meeting Enjoying…Loving…Committing Analysis of life… shifting perspective the damp dust provides fertile ground for germs of wisdom . . . dot dot dot –Robyn Elaine Serven –begun January 17, 1997

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXX

Up on the Roof Rain on the Roof The sound of rain on the roof reminded her that she needed to hurry. It wouldn’t do to be stuck out here alone in the storm. She remembered the days of isolation… of deprivation… of loneliness… those days when the roof would leak and the fire wouldn’t put out enough heat to warm even her hands… those days when turning to her neighbors was not possible because they universally detested her difference. Now they voiced acceptance of her and would let her visit when the storms came. But they still didn’t understand who she was or what it meant to be her. They would open their doors during a storm, but they still wouldn’t help fix the damn roof. She was still different. –Robyn Elaine Serven –March, 1998.

I have used this “Aroma de Trauma” tag before because it is befitting of the GOP as a whole, particularly since Mc weather Vane became their poster boy, surprising not only himself but the entire Republican establishment into the bargain. Watching this election cycle from across the pond with great interest I have no qualms about venturing into the various right wing sites to measure the temperature (boiling to really pissed off), read the latest jeremiads and smell their fear. They are scared stoopid!

Here is my selection, hold your nose.

Red State is a must read these days as Erick the Viking’s site is obviously in deep pain, reeling from bad news to worse news. From Mark Kilmer, who is dumbfounded about the pesky media:

This year, John McCain never had a chance with the media. Obama’s ideology – uncertain, possibly progressive, and insubstantial, with alternating promises – is the perfect fit, unfortunately, with today’s media, with its predilection for political flightiness.

Oh dear! Feeling unloved?

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXIX

Art Link Grasping Not  exactly courage From my old life I dangled entangled in the lives and expectations of others unable to break free or maybe too afraid to seek emancipation fiercely clutching the shreds of what I thought was dignity but it was a fiction preferred by everyone even though I strangled mangled emotionally dying inside from lying without suspended in shame until I lost my grip I landed on my feet. Many don’t. –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 11, 2006

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXVIII

Art Link Bleeding Bleeding the Colors I have bled blood red Three decades later than I would have liked, aided by a surgeon’s knife, but I have bled blood red. I’ve bled before, just not that color. It’s the shade I was missing in my world. I’ve bled the sickly yellow of fear and the desolate blue of sadness, the empty grey of loneliness and the worn out brown of long years of waiting. I’ve bled the bluish purple of pain and the emerald green of envy, the dark scarlet of anger and the all-consuming black of depression. I’ve bled the purplegreengold sparkles in my vision as I fell asleep to dream of a life that I couldn’t live. I’ve bled the tarnished silverpink of a love that I thought was real but was an illusion/delusion and abusive and wrong. I’ve bled the dusky rainbows of confusion and turmoil and the toxic hues of insanity and dis-ease and death. I’ve bled the colors until they ceased existing and I would have joined them, but I finally bled the blood red of life. I’ve bled red twice now and the colors are back, sharp and crisp and bright and airy and joyful. I’ve bled red twice now and the colors are real, and they don’t need me to bleed them, for I have bled blood red. –Robyn Elaine Serven –March, 1995

A “plastic soup” of waste floating in the Pacific Ocean is growing at an alarming rate and now covers an area twice the size of the continental United States. But you knew that. It has been reported for some time. The question is: is there anyone out there doing anything about it? The answer is no. Eighty percent of the plastic comes not from ships but from land, where tossed consumer goods eventually travel from beaches and rivers into the ocean, according to Algalita.

It is already been reported by Chilean scientists that a similar mass exists in the Southern Ocean near Antarctica.

Cross-posted on the Big Orange and La Vida Locavore.

A number of economists predicted that the Iraq War would cause a financial crisis for the United States, even before it began.

In November of 2002, Yale University professor William Nordhaus was quoted in the Independent as warning that:

“A war in Iraq could cost the United States hundreds of billions of dollars, play havoc with an already depressed economy and tip the world into recession because of the adverse effect on oil prices, inflation and interest rates.”

On the day that Bush began his bombing of Baghdad, a.k.a “Shock and Awe,” March 20, 2003, CBS Market Watch predicted that,

“If war with Iraq drags on longer than a few weeks or months most are predicting, corporate revenues will be flat for the coming year and will put the U.S. economy at risk of recession, according to a poll of chief financial officers.”

GWB & deregulation: a lethal cocktail. It has brought us to this point as only he can spend over $12,000,000,000 every month on democratizing Iraq. The rest of us will have to pay for the rest of our lives before our kids take over the debts, as will the next generation.

Cross-posted on the Big Orange & La Vida Locavore.

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXVII

Art Link Question The Questions When people ask me “Who are you?” I answer honestly “I am me.” When they ask “What are you?” I say “An individual, one, And I am whole.” When I’m asked “Which are you?” I know that others decide that for themselves. When I hear “Why are you?” The why is not important “Because I am.” –Robyn Elaine Serven –February, 1995

This is my fourth diary on the melamine scandal (but first here on Docudharma), and like the financial scandals it shows no sign of going away any time soon. To this day 10,666 infants are still in Chinese hospitals fighting for their lives.

Rosa L. DeLauro (CT-3), chairwoman of the Agriculture, Food and Drug Administration Appropriations Subcommittee, issued the following statement about the FDA’s announcement that, despite potential harm to the kidneys, some melamine would not raise health concerns:

“While other countries throughout the world, including the European Union, are acting to ban melamine-contaminated products from China, the FDA has chosen to establish an acceptable level for melamine in food in an attempt to convince consumers that it is not harmful. Not only is this is an insult to consumers, but it would appear that the FDA is condoning the intentional contamination of foods.”

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXVI

Art Link Mouth The Mind’s Mouth After the eyes look inward the voice must speak outward Introspection begets conception Reflection instigates creation The soul must speak its truth –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 6, 2006

Muse in the Morning

A Transition through Poetry XXV

Art Link Song I Sing a Song I sing a song of sadness Of broken dreams and fear I sing a song of pain Of hopelessness and gloom I sing a song of changes Of remembrance and rebirth I sing a song of life Of exploration and growth I sing a song of gladness Of discovery and wonder I sing a song of joy Of acceptance and peace I sing a song –Robyn Elaine Serven –October, 1994