Category: Poetry

I’m very pleased with what I see happening with consciousness on the planet right now, particularly in places like this blog.  I’m equally fascinated by the questioning about whether or not we will survive beyond the predicaments which surround us.

Human beings seem to be lazy laggards to a large extent.  Maybe that’s too strong; but we do seem to suffer from a form of “I’ve arrivedism”.  When we get somewhere, we tend to just want to sit down in the grass, relax, and enjoy.  In all honesty, many of us have been able to do that for a number of years now.  From time to time, however, life comes along and prods us into the next need to grow and move. We resist; we don’t want to get up, to move on.  It’s a form of that addage: “…the old swimmin’ hole in the river under the oak tree was good enuff for us…” syndrome.  Actually, that sounds pretty good to me right now.  But I digress.

We tend to resist change, to get up and move on. And so we don’t until we are absolutely forced to do so by a reality which has become too dangerous, too hostile, too uncomfortable, and too destructive to stay put any longer.

Today is a time when we must not, we cannot, stay put.  The danger is too great.  The stakes are too high.  We have created structures and ways of thinking which are no longer sustainable.  It is imperative that we move on, that we evolve new ways of thinking and being.  And surprisingly these ways will resemble some older ways as pointed out in Opol’s wonderful essay, “We are All Related,” “Mitakuye Oayasin”.

So good old life is nudging us again, saying get up, move forward, grow, evolve.

Will we make it?  Will we survive?  I don’t have the answer to that.  But I do know I must contribute whatever little bit and all I can to being able to say “Yes!”

Leap with me beyond the fold…

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion XXX (Finis)

Art Link Brain Scan The Words The words have control command I attend Through my mind they must flow I am their vessel They require writing demand creation Pushing boldly forward whenever I pause The words I give you that they may be read and spead their infection into the future –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 16, 2006

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion XXIX

The graphic linked to below was created when I was experimenting with creating the “feel” of digital texture.  This one is wax.

Sometimes the poems express thoughts that plead for discussion.  Rarely does that discussion actually take place.  This is one of those.  In a performance it comes right before the closing words, which are immediately followed by a Q & A opportunity for spontaneous communication.

Art Link Scratching at the Surface Wishes and Horses I wish someone anyone could tell me would tell me why people behave as they do with disdain toward in disregard of so sadistically to people like me What have we done to engender such disrespect to evoke such contempt to earn your hatred Whatsoever it was we are willing to work together with you to repair the rift to seal the breach to integrate our existences –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 1, 2006

Muse in the Morning

If there is a “We” and we want the world to be a better place, then one would think we would want to join in common cause, which requires finding common ground.  That last thing is not so easy.

State of the Onion XXVIII

The techniques I have used to create the eggs (the graphics) evolved over time, leading to the 3D look-and-feel exemplified by today’s art.  The poem is what it is.  It was written one day after my 58^th birthday.

Ah, but I was so much older then.  I’m younger than that now.  I wish.

This series is almost over.  There are only two more poems after this one, for now, but one doesn’t know how many more acts there are to this story.  Time takes its toll.

Art Link Cracks in the Shell On Aging The urge to expend all energy to protect the container is strong but what good does it do to protect the body if the spirit dies Time demands its payment Youth cannot be defended by surrendering to the needs of the flesh The vessel slowly deteriorates worn down joints creak with every motion muscles are too stiff bones become brittle but the contents the mind/soul can be bright and vital growing fresher with each new thought with each opinion challenged with each dip in the fountain of knowledge I will be forever young if I continue to bathe in the River of New –Robyn Elaine Serven –April 4, 2006

Muse in the Morning

If there is a “We” and we want the world to be a better place, then one would think we would want to join in common cause, which requires finding common ground.  That last thing is not so easy.

State of the Onion XXVII

Art Link Suspended in Blue Common Ground Common ground cannot be found when some people demand that everyone have the same beliefs as themselves Common ground is found when it is acknowledged that individuals with different beliefs can work together towards the same goals Common ground is found when we concentrate on what we do not why we do it or what we believed while we were doing it Common ground is populated when individuals with different beliefs can respect the value of divergent points of view Most important of all common ground occurs when people are willing to be changed by the effort they make to seek it –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 10, 2006

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion XXVI

Art Link Fool’s Gold Living on Lies Such small minds in fear they cower preferring deceit over truths which they cannot fully comprehend My God how their souls must be shrivelled stained by false bravado unmistakably obvious as they pollute our mutual reality –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 28, 2006

Muse in the Morning

It’s a great song.   But times have changed…

State of the Onion XXV

America the Ugly Brotherhood Skin Tones They lack a sense of brotherhood toward so many kinds of people for union members for whom it has special meaning for immigrants of any kind legality be damned for those whose roots weren’t cultivated in the appropriate loam kinship even denied with their own children if they happen to be queer no empathy felt for those whose skin tones haven’t been created recently enough by lounging in the sun nor sympathy for people whose cupboards are too bare from one day to the next If you don’t believe what they believe then to hell with you America Amerika There is no crown for there is too little good to place one upon –Robyn Elaine Serven –April 14, 2006 America, America After o so many years America America For you we weep our tears –Robyn Elaine Serven