Strange fruit –
shape and husks like the mottled
purple-white breasts
of small dying birds,
scattered on asphalt.
Running together,
life and death
in the avenue.
That we choose one
over the other –
fight like cancer to linger
in this place –
affirms daily the experiment.
To validate, rather than destroy –
whether with arms, words
or intention –
the inviolate
right of our fellows
to share space on
this spinning playground;
promotes delight
in earthly pleasures
on nature’s own terms.
The first words of your poem, “strange fruit,” remind me of the Billie Holiday song by the same name. Fruit and death are an interesting conflict of imagery. I’m also reminded of the Russian proverb, “Death doesn’t take the old but the ripe.”
Mary Lee, as always you are most perceptive. It’s the Billie Holiday song that prompted the thoughts that followed the first line. I also like your proverb – thanks for sharing!
So gracefully written Bela. Just love this and you are truly outstanding !!!
Thanks so much, Michael. I always appreciate your kindness.
” To validate rather than destroy……the inviolate right of our fellows..”
Loved this thought, Bela, for this really becomes the essence of the positivity and support we can bring into our day to day interactions.I guess this also symbolises a powerful aspect of leadership.
Cheers
Shakti
Shakti, you always contribute an interesting take on things. I never perceived this as leadership, but as a successful teacher sets an example rather than simply proselytizing, by definition I believe you are correct! We all must possess that teacher within, whether incubating or fully formed – just as we are all students of life as well.
Blessings, dear one!