Personal Experiences

I don’t even know what to say but this.

“We the People” are feeling many things. I wrote this poem in a facebook conversation with other writers and poets about the upcoming inauguration and presidency of Donald Trump.


Exhaustion takes its turn

Fervor pours from an already near empty cistern

I occupy every man woman and child

I have crawled into the hidey-hole they’ve dug for their fears, into the annexed memories of childhood

Under a dirty dark deck

Into the annexed memories of a mother it comes, fear and searing sadness

The Kohelet claims it is meaningless and it is  but it isn’t in this minute

In this minute it means everything, and it meant everything before

Yet, i
t withers my body to fight

My mind feels like a grave at the sight of the new American demigogue

Fear and searing madness burn my eyes as 140 more characters turn my hope into ghosts


2 thoughts on “I don’t even know what to say but this.

  1. Over a year into it —

    do you still feel as bad as then . . . maybe worse?

    I want him to deliver on more of what he promised, personally.
    But my dear family members are all Liberal/Progressives and I feel their pain. Sometimes.


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