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In the Hands of the Weaver - anyi

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In the Hands of the Weaver - anyi

The air is heavy like a dirty woolen blanket
each colorful strand pulled through the warp.
Horns blare and traffic skids and screeches
as unborn accidents are aborted 
by fancy-pants cops.

The city slickers in their posh clothes
zip along toward the outskirts 
avoiding those in dirndl-shaped, Polleras skirts
and Monteras hats, as if ashamed,
either of their own roots, or of the neglect.

The road to El Salvador* is long
weaving along rough pacific shore lines
wefting past fishing villages, 
and cement factories with tangerine groves, 
each lane bringing the colors of modern life.
The oranges, red and pinks of fine fabric repeated
in on the metal surfaces of trucks, buses, and motor cabs.
Each person’s destiny pulled and pushed 
by the action of man, earth and tide
forward, ever forward..through 
the dunes of Lima’s desert.

The invaders hug the hillside,
thousands upon thousands, of rural poor,
driven from the teat of the mother by earth quakes
and the terror caused by The Shining Path.*
Mao lives on in the upheaval caused by his ideology.
Yet, so does ayni*, the helping hand of neighbor,
the brown-skinned hand, more used 
to the bobbin than the gun. 
Here they have come in oneness
a finished soul on a back-strap loom,
dyed and drying in the heat 
of Lima’s desert
they bloom. 


*El Salvador- a shanty-town 45 min outside of Lima
with 350,000 residents. This community was nominated
for a Nobel Peace Prize in 1986 excellence 
in social work and community growth

**Shining Path-The Communist Party of Peru
is a Maoist terrorist organization in Peru.[

*** ayni- Quechua culture is centered upon community
and mutual help (“ayni”). Their social system is based 
on the principle of reciprocity: helping a neighbor 
to be helped in return.

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  1. Date: 1/12/2013 7:51:00 AM
    as my trade is that of a weaver, Deb you drew me here with the title,, but lady, this poem just blew me away,, the interwoven aspect of your story, unfolds unlike any i've ever read before,, the fact that this is factual only adds to it's wonder and of course to the mind behind the pen,,,i like some others are tiring of soup, but you are a ray of sunshine, one i feel i need to share, and learn from your wonderful mind...

  1. Date: 1/4/2013 8:14:00 AM
    an excellent write friend Debbie... I learned from you today. thanks for sharing and thanks for stopping by. Have a nice day! :) Hugs, Maria

  1. Date: 1/3/2013 3:28:00 AM
    Really Debbie what an educational write you share with us. You paint the image and the people so well, we can almost read their mindset. very well penned poem.

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 6:37:00 PM
    What a love ideology! Awesome! Great write, Debbie. You took us there. Happy New Year! Love ya, Toquyen

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 5:58:00 PM
    Sounds like the ayni social system is a good one..That usually works out good..It also makes a person feel good to help another..Sara

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 5:28:00 PM
    I enjoyed how you joined the fabric of your story so skillfuly together on your poetic weave. Enjoyed reading your poem and the accompanying explanation.

  1. Date: 1/2/2013 4:08:00 PM
    Anyi I like the word. It feels warm..Beautiful descriptive poem that drew me into the weavers world. Thank you again Debbie. Yor words help me travel when the body can not