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It was the summer of love. I was eight -
south in the California state
with discipline, the War, and hate.
I wore a button down shirt
and hard black shoes that always hurt,
but in my heart, no one could deny
a tie dye in July.
Ten years later, I was released
to freedom, love, and peace.
made of real cotton, not of fleece.
A rainbow appeared, my mind was split.
I took a California sunshine hit
at Venice Beach, eight miles high,
wearing tie dye in July.
On time's pedal, someone hit the gas -
ten years gone, not all things last.
George once said, "all things must pass",
so, at a corporate conference
a cool free shirt and pretence -
something was awry
as I wore tie dye in July.
As we two, in a poem's words unite,
I'll tell you my best memories, tonight.
They were rainbow colors, ever bright;
and, whatever it all meant,
when, to Heaven, I am sent,
I hope that I will fly
wearing tie dye in July.
I smiled as I ran across this old red tie in my closet the other day…
because in my hands was the reason why…
when I was teaching autistic students…I never wore a tie.
“You should wear a tie to work.” My principal said to me one day…
I responded that with my students I thought a tie would get in the way.
“Still, I think you should try it.” He said with a condescending smirk.
So that night I went out, bought this tie, and wore it the next day to work.
Jackie was a beautiful young girl…caught under Autism’s spell…
and to make matters worse…she was prone to seizures as well.
You learn to detect a seizure…moments before it happens…
to pick up on signs that, to some, may seem small.
It gives you time to run to them and help to break their fall.
I knew Jackie was about to seizure…I could see that glazed look in her eye…
as I caught her and her seizure started…she grabbed on to my tie.
Of course she had no control over her hands…she grabbed my tie involuntarily
which meant as I was trying to comfort her…she was inadvertently choking me.
With every throe of her seizure…which was not going as I had planned
as her arms flailed in all directions…my head was following her hand.
The seizure ran it’s course…and as you might assume…
With Jackie resting comfortably…I threw my tie across the room.
I keep this tie as a reminder…
of Jackie’s smile…
of a time in teaching when
we both survived her seizure…
And why…I never wore a tie to work again.
It was the pinging of the phone that awoke him.
He noticed it was half four in the morning.
Nothing good happened at half four in the morning.
He ignored it and tried to go back to sleep.
The phone was insistent and made its anger known by pinging again.
The message read.
HE DIDN'T MAKE IT.
There were many ways you could read into that, he thought.
He didn’t make it to the airport.
He didn’t make it to the shops.
He didn’t make the appointment.
He didn’t, he didn’t, he didn’t.
The black tie had made its way to the top of the drawer.
Soon to be joined by its closest friends, white shirt and black suit.
He walked down to the church and was joined by six others.
Solitary greetings made the day blacker than it already was.
A lifetime condensed into twenty minutes.
Barely a hymn to console, black tie remarked to white shirt.
It took longer to get ready.
He walked the journey home, stopping by the river.
Black suit began to panic when the hand entered the pocket.
Never again, never again, would he take that message.
The phone pinged for the final time, entering the river, barely making a splash.
He made his way home.
The whisky filled the glass, and he toasted another farewell.
Black Tie entered the drawer and said goodbye to his friends.
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
As our souls collide
You are me and mine
It’s destiny, magnetic force
It’s only natural, I got no choice
It’s co regulation, a chemical bond
I’m tied up, and down, there’s no way around
If there’s no one to hear it, it still makes a sound
In the dead of night
There’s no black and white
No me and you
No wrong or right
I’m scared of my pen like I was born to write
That we’re two halves
Of a different whole
Trauma bond, alcohol
Dependency and Tylenol
Spin in a circle cause the daze gets me high
Truths and a lie
We’re getting by,
year by moment
wipe your tears on my chest
I know what happens next
Cicadas drone their sun-drunk, tireless hymn
as July swelters, gold and overfull.
the driveway steams, the plastic buckets brim,
and heat, like dye, won't sit still or stay dull.
We cinch the cotton tight in twisted rings,
as if a knot could hold the blazing tide.
but sweat and color are unruly things:
both spread, both stain, both won't be denied.
Cerulean and crimson breach their line,
seep into one another, slow, unplanned,
and thicken into a hue with no design,
no name the rubber bands prepared it for.
The soda ash unlatches what was sealed;
the color doesn't sit, it moves in deep,
past cotton's threshold, till it's not revealed
but lived in, permanent as things we keep.
So heat unstitches winter's careful fold,
loosens what was buttoned, cinched, and pressed,
and turns the plain, repeated days to gold
the way a fever turns a body's rest.
Unwind the bands. Let August find the proof:
a swirl no ruler's hand could have designed,
the driveway's stain, the sun-bleached, faded roof
of summer, fixed now in the changed mind.
A Divine Tie
It`s a tie knotted since childhood days
That has grown tighter and tighter
Through daily light of the sun rays,
Through service, love and devotion
And episodes of suffering
That surely served as life`s lesson.
This tie has grown from strength to strength
With mercy showered by the Lord
Each time fate dealt a blow to my health,
Each time fate pulled me in its maze,
Afflicted my body at length
And unfurled upon me its haze.
This special tie has been secured
With renewed faith and trust in Him
Despite periods of pain endured,
Despite moments of sad despair
When the spirit dipped to a low
And it was a woeful sight to stare.
It is a tie with the Divine
That will outlive my final breath
And with renewed vigour will shine
Until will exist on the earth
The glory of the divine shrine,
Until will chime the clock of time,
Until there dwells the Divinity,
Until the end of eternity.
Written on 26 March 2023 for:
Strand no. 1203 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Tie-Dye in July
Everyone has different colors inside them,
and they express them differently.
Personally, mine would be:
Red for love,
Blue for sadness,
Yellow for happiness,
Purple for dreams,
Black for pain,
Green for growth.
See, when people only see the outside,
they create theories and make a whole story
and start judging other people by their color—
not only their color,
but the story they create about who they are.
Sometimes I just wish people would get to really know a person,
so much that everyone’s colors could combine
and make a big rainbow,
so that we could all put our differences together
and make something beautiful.
Even the people judging have colors inside.
Everyone has different colors,
and they express them differently.
In spite of any deformities or disabilities
I know that the Lord Our God is watching over me
And the more I realize who I was meant to be
The more I try to hide behind my inabilities
You can't tie me down I now comprehend
That God is only looking at the heart that lays within
I no longer fall prey to those false accusations
That I'm only a product of my environmental situation
You can't tie me down for I am not my mother
I'm a child of God like no other
You can't tie me down so don't use my neighbourhood
To define me as someone who is not any good
Now bold enough to tell the world you can't steal my joy
And not allowing the insecure to use words that can destroy
Breaking down cycles of generational guilt and shame
Now free to function in Jesus the Christ name
You can't use an IPhone if you're stuck on a pager mentality
You're a child of the living God so go claim your victory
You can't tie me down for through Christ I've been set free
Like that untamed colt that Jesus rode towards His destiny
Now I comprehend that God has a master plan
And I may be in a hold pattern until He moves His hands
For God has something in store for me and I need to learn to wait
It might be uncomfortable and it might seem too late
But i just can't lose my faith nor do I need to know the reason
That God will move me when it's my season
And if someone is envious of your blessings and status with Christ
Tell them to get over themselves and go get a life
God will untie and unbind you from whatever is holding you down
He will put His plan in action to elevate you to higher ground
So don't worry about the naysayers, the haters and the critics
Keep your eyes on God by walking in the Spirit
You can't tie me down for through Christ I now clearly see
That God has a great plan for my destiny
You can't tie me down
The sorrow of losing you will never fade.
The intensity of your love deserves applauds.
Forever on our hearts it is engraved.
More than twenty years later in the middle of night,
With her luggage, she stepped out of the house.
Dewy wet eyes, knew that she would never return.
Yes, she was right confirmed the turmoil of her emotions.
All this while she needed to be freed,
There was rerun only of negative deeds.
She had finally snatched her sovereignty.
She was just too tired of his oddity.
He woke up to see no one around.
Bereft of hope yet her presence surround.
Unrequited emotions of the lovelorn.
Still craving for her immediate return.
He begged on his knees,
Howling in pain, he sought help of his peers.
Loneliness was an unbearable screech.
No one could hear his beseech.
He told every one, “ I will die if she doesn’t return.”
He told her so but she was adamant and firm.
His body had no way but the soul could not stay away.
He lay dead, his soul glided to unite.
There around her, for two days his soul lived its last life.
So very happy, to be with his beautiful wife.
Quietly watching joyous sparkles in her eyes.
He loved even this way to be by her side.
The sillage of his love failed to ignite.
Wailing helplessness knew now there is no respite.
Dismayed in pain, every day his soul too dies.
He is no more but his love will always survive.
Tie Dye in July
Like Phulkari women in July
I dye the plain days
then stitch gold flowers where the sun burned me
Like dyeing fabric with turmeric indigo and madder root
I carved yellow joy under the amaltas bench forever
Singing while embroidering with messy thread on the floor
Summer heat reminds me of sorrow
curved in black thread of thorn
With wounded fingers I make the woman
who wore burning coal on her feet
The vibrant red reflects my emotions
and love for my past life
Then I turn to another phase
when shibori binds me in July heat
sashiko mends me with white thread
tie the chaos stitch the light back in
Every color blends and comes together
like a rainbow after rain
Memories are crafted with grey ash
and sometimes with vibrant amber
Healing and wounded
like a storm stuck in a heaven star