Once upon a time…
Across the blue horizon, the vast ocean;
Brought the soul out of the motherland,
The loving culture of the ancestors,
Resettled in the freedom land…
Look at the former immigrant’s eyes
Faced heavy snow of winters,
Endured the terrible weather
The native people warmly hosted,
Offered a turkey for food,
The memorable tale of Thanksgiving.
The thankful Americans!
Look at the current immigrant’s eyes
Fled from the harmed situations,
Sheltered in the modest conditions
Heartily hosted by the new neighbors;
Offered a turkey for food,
The actual gesture of Thanksgiving.
The thankful Americans!
Look at the future immigrant’s eyes
On and on…
The Infinite thankful Americans!
Categories:
resettled, america, patriotic, thanksgiving, thanksgiving
Form: Free verse
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Eminent city of Persia, long live the King
A youthful Jewess, of parents passed
Resettled in her cousin’s home, under Mordecai’s care, as his own
To womanhood, the becoming of
The palace of Persia shall hold a feast, proud men shall gather
Prominent presence, echoes of entertainment
A heedless king of too much wine, a request for his Queen to dine
Such instruction declined
Continued unaligned, to behold of her beauty
Of customs contrary, of directions unwise
To dwell in the kingdom, yet to be replaced
In such haste, a queen no more
A closing door, seek out the best
Search through the kingdom
Esther before the King – be seen
To become Queen
Place a royal crown, inner restoration found
Mordecai as watchman, seated at the gate
Heard whispers of a plot against the King
Queen so informed, in Mordecai’s name
The guilty found, punished accordingly
Long life of the King
Mordecai unacknowledged
Notwithstanding kindness to him
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
resettled, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Jostled from slumber
in delicate mind
forces my padding
to probe and inquire
until startled smiles
appear behind clouds
busy in duty
to nourish with play
while I ample up
the perilous chair
to teeter clumsy
without studied grace.
Eggs split vital gel
on cushions of paste
gilded in promise
before taking shape,
whisked until silky,
ladled flat on heat
as sugary dough
to tame savage need.
With a nod you slide
chocolate chips my way
inviting a splurge
to brighten my face.
As each morsel drowns
to settle in cake,
I can't help but doubt
the swagger of fate
in these strangers' eyes
still sparkled by youth
trying to console
a fatherless child.
Categories:
resettled, hope, loss
Form: Dramatic Monologue