43.
Essential collaboration, continuing elements.
The ends and meekness meet
new borders draw dark splattered wells
hands crossing, collaboration,
discontinued elements
disconnected
dis
tinct
jointed
essential elements,
collaborating.
pocket devices, meaning means.
pocket worlds, pocket dreams.
a pocket full of stars, by other means
an end.
an essential continuity of hands.
crossed.

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long the plantings of the fallow field
when once they take root, find full vigor.
long the nearness of work, and close the far visions of grandeur
and too, I long for the end of the season, for the greening, for the bearing of fruit.
but remember, remember, I must -
that these winters long waited to pile on
deaths, frosts, and chill rains to give life.
and slowly, slowly at first, do the threads and webs of other sprouting things spread.
the destroyers, great recyclers, the powers that lie in death.
which burst up from below to spread, to dissolve & consume, and to, in time, renew.
and so I plant and wait for the turning of the season,
I plant and wait, with the nearness of work, the far vision of harvest.
I long, and wait, and work, as in winter, onward to the greening of spring.
I long await the greening plants of the once-fallow field
when soon, our art takes root, consumes, and brings us to -
when soon, we may take root, dissolve, and renew.

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"Let them not say: they did nothing."

In an age of silence, resistance is witness.
No Kings. No idols. No submission — only the courage to speak, to act, to remember.

Read more: https://abhibhut.blogspot.com/2020/12/let-them-not-say.html

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗡𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲" 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗯 𝗔𝗯𝘂 𝗧𝗼𝗵𝗮 -

Poetry from Palestine during this most recent siege upon Gaza, efforts to sustain some kind of daily life in occupation. Poet Toha has fled the region but his extended family was unable to leave.

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Blind Spot

Mothers wail and children scream
Then collect pieces of a body
After the dust settles from explosives.
Rubble is now a grave in the commotion.
Is that what it's like to live in Palestine,
The only place where the world goes blind?

https://allpoetry.com/xBabsyNichole

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