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Feb 11 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

For Elena

Love and Happiness

Twenty-one years

out of the closet

busy

authentic

productive

happy

self-assured

peaceful

in Love

Happiness is

when you really feel

good about somebody

Nothing wrong

with being in love

with somebody

Happiness is

having the choices

and making them

to spread more happiness

Thank you

Elena

for your happiness

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–November 14, 2008

Feb 10 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Outside a Warped Box

Now or Ever?

Do we all walk forward

together

or are some of us

left behind

forever to be told

later

is the time

maybe in two or three

generations

things will change

magically?

How many years

constitute a someday?

How many limits

should there be

on equality?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–October 10, 2008

Feb 09 2009

“What a great and good man–so guileless.”

By slksfca in Art, Personal

Crossposted–with minor edits–from Street Prophets, in the belief that this extraordinary ‘ordinary man’ deserves wider recognition, and in the hope that my brief and incomplete account of his life will prove to be of interest.

He wasn’t wealthy, or powerful, or famous. (Though he did leave his mark on one city’s landscape; more on that below). He was merely an exemplar of that ‘Greatest Generation’ we’ve learned to revere and respect. And he was my father.

Born in Bismarck, North Dakota in 1922, he was a true son of the West. His father was a jack-of-all-trades: mechanic, fireman, cowboy, lumberjack (a man who left his parents’ home–and their harsh evangelical faith–as a teenager, never setting foot in a church again–though he carried a pocket New Testament with him for the rest of his life). His mother was the daughter of immigrants who left the German empire as that country became increasingly rigid and militaristic under the second Wilhelm.

The family wandered throughout several western states before finally landing on the Oregon Coast at the beginning of the hard years of the Depression. At one point they lived on a houseboat and were so poor that the only food they had was what they could catch off the side of the boat.

Dad graduated from high school, joined the Air Force in 1942, and served in the South Pacific; like many veterans, he spoke little of his wartime experiences, except to say that ‘we did the right thing.’

Feb 09 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Cataclysm

…something wicked this way comes

Acts of abandonment

of common decency

litter our times

with inhumanity

so dense

as to require

skillful excision

using a scalpel

of hardened hope

and dreams made real

by the collective

efforts of people

with opened eyes

uncovered ears

and noses

capable of smelling

the stench of greed

which moves the planet

ever closer

to the edge

of catastrophe

But the scalpel is dull

and the hands too few

the will appears too weak

to wield it now

on the mouldering body

of what passes for

our culture

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–October 3, 2008

Feb 06 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Game Pieces

Entropy

Born into a game

I never wished to play

Predestined to lose

while someone else

controls the dice

Not born a winner

Whole industries created

to enticed me into not

breaking even

Escape from the game

impossible

I seek (in vain?)

to avoid becoming a pawn

on someone else’s board

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–June 27, 2008

Feb 05 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Focusing a Blind Eye

Creative Control

Because a thought occurs

is insufficient reason

for it to require voicing

let alone dissemination

equal time

support

endorsement

Who speaks against

when it is necessary?

No.

Not that.

Who decides?

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–August 29, 2008

Feb 05 2009

Pony Party: Dance Yer Heart Out

By Youffraita in Art

Pure Elegance:

Pony Party is an Open Thread. Please not to rec the party! & add your own favorite stuff in the comments!

Feb 04 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Gap

Kindness

Too many words

float in the ether

ethereal thoughts

about what could be

about a perfect future

hidden

by a fractured present

lived by wounded people

existing unsoundly

on a damaged planet

silently flogged

by the raging insanity

of individual greed

unkind cuts

mysteriously appearing

in the decaying flesh

of our better natures

Turn back the song of sadness

of broken dreams and fear

And sing your song of gladness

so everyone can hear

Embrace the kindness in us

Emit the unity

Together we can win us

A better destiny

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–September 19, 2008

Feb 03 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Seating

All Aboard

The train pulled in

to the borderland

Beings disembarked

fresh from the city

built a town

a fortress

walls

a replica

of the places

they came from

replicating

those things they hated

in the left-behind

Outside those walls

were the Others

pushing back

the Unknown

summoning the uncertainty

the distortion

that is a new boundary

so that once more

the train could move on

to a new borderland

Like the universe

humanity expands

and gravitationally contracts

into clumps

of sameness

ever spreading

further apart

until the border becomes

the edge of the clump

rather than

the edge of humanity

The train pulled in

to the borderland

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–September 12, 2008

Feb 02 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Choices

The Path Well-Chosen

The fork in the road

of humanity divides us

into givers and takers

Fundamentally I know

the givers will reach

the prize

at the end of the rainbow

of human endeavor

and put it to good use

for the good of us all

…even the takers

But the takers

make the road

seem so damn long

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–September 5, 2008

Jan 30 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning


	High Desert Below the vast cerulean above enlivening an endless canvas of assorted browns lies a short barrel cactus crowned by a yellow flower with red streaks topping the cylindrical body which wears lethal looking spines warning me to keep my distance –Robyn Elaine Serven –August 1, 2008

Jan 29 2009

Muse in the Morning

By Robyn in Art, Community, Poetry

Muse in the Morning

Crevices

After the Thrill of Living is Gone

Is this an arroyo in the desert

or a pass through a mountain chain?

Is it a opening in my mind

or a convolution in my brain?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Am I more like a krill in Mono Lake

or a whale who swims the sea?

Am I a caged up mountain lion

or a springbok, bounding free?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Are the currents in the rivers

or are they my uncertainty?

Will I ever find the words

to describe all that I see?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Are we gorillas behind glass

or porpoises in pools?

Have we walled the world away from us

because we can use tools?

Oh, yeah…life goes on.

Awkwardly I ask the air

am I living in a bowl?

It’s probably time to listen to

the music in my soul.

Long after the thrill…

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–December 28, 2007

Category: Art