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November 14, 2013
on greeting the out-lander by *alapip "puts folks in the shoes of 'Out-landers' through its comparison of how we deal (or don't deal) well with other cultures ourselves. It shook up my complacency in a very good way" (suggester's words).
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it requires a benign acquiescence
to regard the perception of others,
so much different from one's own:
ours is not to wear their shoes,
but to welcome the foreign feet
that settle here - far from home,
where we at best would interlope,
feel at odds, might barely cope,
yet should gain at least a modicum
of empathy, grace and decorum...
as that humble, hopeful immigrant
has done.
llp - dA - sep2013
DD - nov14/2013
to regard the perception of others,
so much different from one's own:
ours is not to wear their shoes,
but to welcome the foreign feet
that settle here - far from home,
where we at best would interlope,
feel at odds, might barely cope,
yet should gain at least a modicum
of empathy, grace and decorum...
as that humble, hopeful immigrant
has done.
llp - dA - sep2013
DD - nov14/2013
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Moving On
“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husb
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Dreamers
She reminds me that she's a dreamer
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the
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wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
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the more openly we greet them,
the more easily they will blend.
pip
the more easily they will blend.
TOTAL DD SURPRISE!
thank you Lisa, beeinthebottle , for suggesting.
thank you to neurotype for featuring.
as poetry, i'm amazed for it to be considered 'DD quality'.
but, i am proud for it to be recognized for what it says about our relationship with the immigrant.
lets pass that legislation!
pip
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well put, the world could do with a bit more empathy I think