the last day of summer, the last of the peaches at the farmers' market...
on the deep relative peace that I and mine are enjoying while the rest of the world is falling apart, literally...
on the Golden Shovel poems crafted by Nikki Grimes in One Last Word.
Making Peace | Denise Levertov
A voice from the dark called out,
‘The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.’
But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,syntax of mutual aid....
Read the rest of Levertov's poem here. Here's my contribution.
We're making peach cobbler. The little ones can’t
reach the counter. They have to be
stood on a step-stool, their future height imagined.
With faith we hand over the knives. Before
you know it there's a nick, some tears, a smudge of blood. It
adds a touch of salt to the sweet fruit. Peace is
cobbled together by hand in a hot kitchen, home-made.
draft (c) HM 2017
The roundup this Poetry Friday is with Amy at The Poem Farm, where she has planted a whole crop of peace seeds...let the harvest begin!