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While watching Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture
“The Raven and the First Men”(1)
One day,
after the long and countless searches of bottom of the abysmal waters
with cycles of formation and extinction of renewed waves and ripples,
a Raven with jet-black feathers that is darker than the darkest night
brought a shellfish to Haida Gwaii(2)
the other side of the vast Continent
the west cost of the endless expanse,
where the surfs come and break upon a reef
and return to the heart of the ocean restlessly.
The Raven folded his soaking wet heavy wings
by the water’s edge that is lying in the pitch-black time and space,
and pecked on the shell with the cry:
“Let there be a light! Let it be a morn!”
Is it because the Raven’s clamorous cry woke the shellfish up
from the countless ages of deep sleep?
Or because the Raven’s blood vomiting heartrending cry
touched the shellfish? The shellfish opened its shell.
The men’s faces in the dimmest light
between the gap of the open shell
peep into the dark world though distorted
from fear of seeing unknown surroundings.
Although the light was dim
it was the light stained with a mother’s blood
the agony of childbirth, and because it was the first light
that ever shone, may it be tedious process, but little by little,
it will chisel the darkness
that was just lying there from the beginning of the time away
to bring the dawning daybreak light into the fog
and drizzle filled dismal air of Haida Gwaii.
Since the birth of first men the sun began to rise systematically
from the water of eastern horizon and downs
in the edge of western water of Haida Gwaii the beautiful islands.
And one day, in this beautiful water’s edge
where the mountains stand aloof,
the trees tall and green, and tidal waves wash the shore,
the Raven came with the wind and sat on top of a totem pole
to watch the peaceful Haida village
in the reddened setting sun.
1Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture is placed in the Museum of Anthropology of the University of Columbia.
2Haida call the Queen Charlotte Islands in British Columbia as Haida Gwaii.
A love was born and rapidly grew,
Each thought it would last forever,
But life offers no guarantees,
And humans often fail endeavors.
What appeared to be the dawn of bliss,
Slowly waned; taken for granted,
The best in life can go amiss,
When roots of trust aren’t deeply planted.
Chanced to meet by the meadow’s lake,
Each gazing into teary eyes,
Knowing keenly what was at stake,
Farewell’s last and heartrending goodbyes.
Slighting his kiss, she ran through the lea,
He called to her; she didn’t answer,
He knew it was his final plea,
His heart sinking as she ran faster.
Nothing hurts more than a sweet love lost,
There’re no words to soften the blow,
Nothing demands a higher cost,
Or overwhelms a soul any more.
a lamb roams the hillside climbing rocks up and down
to find the pastureland by his lost home,
overcome by the nameless fear of the long
and tiresome day’s slow moving time,
he asked the passing cloud
“can you tell me where about is the sky of my lost home?”
saddened by the pitiless cloud floating along
with no answer as if water streams without looking back,
the little lamb cries in the sunset’s glow
as darkness thickens in the valley
unbearable loneliness heaps up in the heart of the lamb
who is troubled by the unknown reason why he has to be here
in the remote hillside
and the heartrending cry of the lamb
who agonizes because he lost the way,
who is lonely because no one is around him,
echoes any more now in the abyss of darkness of the night
that would swallow everything
In the light of sunrise
a man who appears to be worn down
comes with heavy steps, and each time he steps the dew on the grass
becomes crimson so vivid that it smarts the eyes of onlookers,
his hands also stained with blood, held a lamb in his arms
furthermore, the man’s face stained as well
from mix of oozing blood from his forehead and the tears
on his cheeks, nonetheless, the eyes of the man who staring at the lamb
that is sleeping in his arms peacefully while roaming and playing on the grassland
of the home in his dream was shining with overflowing compassion, love and joy
at the beginning earth was a place uninhabitable
to any living thing, it was nothing but a furiously
burning wandering fireball in an immeasurable open space
while wandering in space,
however, hit by the meteoric showers, bumped into planetoids,
and from its own gravity the earth gradually lost its surface heat
and became a gigantic piece of rock covered with the great many wrinkles
in order to survive,
the living thing cannot afford to lose time any more in this darkness of unknown beginning or inconceivable end, it must find a place to settle and bring new life
into the world,
came and clung to the surface of the rock and struggled to hold onto it
one day, when a cry of pitiable life tore the standstill time into pieces
because it was unable to bear the time that is infinitely quiescent any longer,
it echoed in the space and returned to earth as a dim light
in that light the sighs of the living thing heaped up high
and became air, in that gleam the tears of the animated thing
came together and became waters
when water swelled to overflow it became lakes, rivers and seas
and when air became heavier it raised itself to a wind,
and when wind passed through the surface of earth
it turned into vales, hills and clouds
life began with great struggles and confirmed by quickening
in the darkness and echoing heartrending cry, though grew while calling the sea
a mother and the mountain a father, and conceived meaning of lots of phenomena:
why the rivers flow and clouds drift, dews on the grasses
change into fogs and finally dissipate,
the stars come to visit the lakes
and kiss to form ripples at night
the seed of arrogance grew in the heart of this creature
spreading rapidly among the creatures living in the surface of the earth
and when his arrogance reached to the heaven, the creatures threw stones
in the seas, set fires on mountains, while boasting with those words:
“we conquered world, the world is under our feet”
hence the earth surged by a raging water,
and the windstorm rose to shake the rocks in the mountains violently
nonetheless, the creature did not introspect
his own detestable deeds but continuously acted
in a lordly manner throwing his chest out as before,
though enjoying saying this favorite phrase:
“this age is a corrupted age! this age is a degenerate age!”
When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river,
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation by Zeus’ throne
plays sad music. And when tone adds pathos to deepen the darkness,
a nocturnal bird soars in the dark air, too, singing a sad song over
a grave in Libethra.
The reason the river weeps with a plaintive requiem is,
not because Erebus is too far or Styx is too wide,
but the stern ferryman denies Orpheus’ passage
to netherworld where he once passed with the crowds of the dead.
Although he once made the Furies cheeks wet with tears,
won a Proserpine’s sympathy and made Hades himself gave way,
why Orpheus has to cry a heartrending cry over Eurydice again
with his plaintive tuned lyre and song of touching story of his beloved wife?
It’s because he couldn’t cross Styx for second time.
He cried through the weeks of sleepless nights,
regretting why he turned his face back to assure
Eurydice followed, and therefore, heard her last cry of farewell.
He called Eurydice’s name for the weeks of agonizing days and
nights without food stretching his arms in air as if trying to hold her,
though she is not there.
Since his second farewell to his beloved wife on the dark and steep passage
of Erebus, Orpheus played his lyre and sang sad songs unceasingly. He sang
to tell his regretful experience on the way to this world at Erebus to the rocks
with melancholic but touching tunes, he chanted an account of the tragic life
he underwent with a gloomy but moving sound to the trees.
A viper, therefore, struck Eurydice with its sharp fangs again,
a horror that of the Maenads’ desire to capture Orpheus
tore him limb from limb.
And when the river murmurs, Orpheus’ limbs fell in water
parted from his body call to one another wishing to come in one again,
Orpheus’ keenness to see his beloved Eurydice grows more and more.
Who's The Good Apple of the Bunch?'s Series Chapter 1:
Hope ~
Hated for what she says or does…I can relate to what happens to her everyday somewhat! She’s been taken advantaged of and been bullied all her life, especially by her mean sisters…she’s an emotional mess and scared to express herself, except in music – the family’s main passion
Oh! So hopeless, stepped on like a dusty doormat, and a same magnet – her personality’s the opposite of her name ironically! She bottles up everything inside and she’s not so good of an influence on her one and only niece; however, she’s special and blessed in her eyes!
Pain fills her aqua-blue sky eyes…her beloved niece is leaving sadly! Oh well…she’ll get over it one way or another! Just leave her be and she’ll move on with life, even with a broken heart…there’s no one to speak her mind to now! Her feelings were meddled with and she’s hurt in the inside – pushed around by the wistful wind…she’s emotionally instable and she’s awfully sensitive!
Eager to getting her back, but this tragedy she faces is heartrending and it leaves her helpless…hopeless once more…rainclouds collapse from bitter clouds…abandoned for life until the future brings some hope in store and in mind for her sake! Restore hope to her grieving heart…
The Bible is more than words
It’s faith in the author, the writer
Of every dream, every future
He wrote the stars and the snowflake
He wrote the oaks, pines and laurel
He wrote the hearts and the souls
More than anything, the Bible is…
Abiding peace, a grace that believes
In eternity –
The Scriptures reveal…
His ability to bring joy on earth,
Miracles from a life He has saved,
Abundance, even when there is doubt
The Bible tells me…
To listen to the ideas, the inspirations
Stirred to life by His spirit, His kindness
Promising to give every life a new beginning
Every soul a new experience and every
Thought a chance to heal, a chance to bring
Beauty from the pain, joy from the sorrow…
Compassion from the rejection that knows
Only heartbreak and heartrending shame
The Bible promises me…
With Him by my side, I can always claim
The victory, defeating every enemy
With the love that He brings to life inside
Love that is forever, eternally alive –
Love that survives even the worst that comes
Love that decides – to bring joy to the world!
The Bible truly is – inescapable, indescribable
Inexplicable and extraordinary – It contains
The light of life on every page, in every word
There is abiding faith, amazing grace, the beauty
That lives in the life who truly believes, the life
That He has given the answers in words breathed
By the One whose spirit is the most authentic love!
The Bible, my friend – holds the answers to every need
It is alive, more powerful than the deepest poetry
It is wise, more clever than any narrative in the world
It is life, more influential than any force on earth
It is God’s word – the solution to every worry or fear,
The promise that assures every heart who believes
The Bible, my friend – is the spirit’s response to disbelief
God’s word brings truth without reservation – in promises
That stir up faith that is everlasting, faith that is His answer
Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.
She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.
Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.
We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.
I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.
Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.
Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.
She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ
She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó
I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ
I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.
Form:
It's heartrending to lose a spouse
A very special woman who shares the house
With your body, your heart and your soul
It's very hard to feel losing your whole
Your being, everything you have
It's utterly sad and strange to feel that five
Of your best fingers are cut and numb
It's inconceivable to feel lost and dumb
For quite a while. Losing a darling spouse
Is like being swamped in a toxic niche
Full of bees and ants. A greedy leech
Has sucked up your blood and your mind
And your brain is not feeling too kind
It's painful to lose a wonderful spouse
Your world has turned upside down
You cannot smile. You cannot frown
Everything is different, even your house
Tears are flowing like a river in the summer
You feel hopeless and helpless. And it's somber.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I look pleadingly
into their apathetic eyes
as they pull out
the last of my fingernails -
The pain is excruciating
and I pass out amid my
heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed
in total darkness.
I find myself lying
it appears in my own
blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around
but could see nothing;
I touch gingerly
and find my eyes
swollen shut,
My nose punched
into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open and
all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I,
What have they done to me,
What do they want of me,
I know nothing
I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of the
Jihadi cell or the terrorist network?
I begin to quiver in sheer fright -
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?!