Poets For Peace

Poets For Peace

Earlier today I was tagged in a group posting asking for poets to join a “crusade” of sorts called Poets For Peace. The world has become a scary place recently. These days feel as if we’ve somehow slipped through time back to the Civil War, and that certainly took a toll on America then, and the violence and hate going on now is taking its toll as well. Yes, black lives matter. Yes, police lives matter. My life matters. Your life matters. We ALL matter. I’m tired of everyone arguing and fighting and hating. And I know I’m not the only one. So, if you are a poet, please go check out the Poets For Peace link and join us. Words have power, and I’d like mine to make a difference.

The piece I wrote for it is below.

I love you all.

xo Jesi

Calling All Poets/Creative Minds to A Grand Collaboration – Poets for Peace

Where Does Peace Begin?

By Jesi Scott

 

“You are beautiful!”

“Your smile is the sun!”

“You are enough!”

“Be happy!”

“Someone is thinking about you!”

“You are loved.”

 

Bits of love and hope inked on bright strips of paper

float lazily down among the pregnant crowds in the streets.

Watching from the rooftop where I stand throwing my

colorful slips like confetti, joy blossoms in my breast

 

and my little happy birds glide on an invisible breeze down

to the thickening crowd come to protest the latest righteous atrocities.

Words have power and so I keep tossing mine into the air

letting the wind scatter them to those that need them.

 

The papers cartwheel and play in the sun as I watch and wait

for fingers to reach up and grab them but the people’s voices

are drowned out as one by one the guns begin their

pop-pop-popping and women scream and children cry

 

and men run away, or to their deaths…

and my little bits of love are shredded by bullets

and left to lie in blood-spattered hands.

8 Replies to “Poets For Peace”

  1. Poets For Peace sounds to be a wonderful project, and your contribution here, sad as it come to in the end, is beautiful. The shower of those words of love and hope must not stop. I am only rarely moved to poetry, but you’ve got me thinking. So, for now, this from William Blake will do:

    To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    All pray in their distress,
    And to these virtues of delight
    Return their thankfulness.

    For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    Is God our Father dear;
    And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
    Is man, his child and care.

    For Mercy has a human heart
    Pity, a human face;
    And Love, the human form divine;
    And Peace, the human dress.

    Then every man, of every clime,
    That prays in his distress,
    Prays to the human form divine:
    Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

    And all must love the human form,
    In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
    Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
    There God is dwelling too.

    1. Thanks, Bob. War/hate/intolerance all of it is sad and my heart has been breaking with every new report of killings and protests and people yelling horrendous things. Maybe one day our words will be heard and actually listened to and acted on instead of reacting to (i.e., there will be peace one day). For now, it’s important to know that we’re trying to spread love and hope and help make this world better.
      Blake’s words are beautiful. I’m so glad you shared this one with me. Thank you. 🙂

    1. Thank you, my love. I tried to write something more uplifting but it wasn’t what was in my heart. After a video I watched yesterday of one black woman calling for the genocide of all white babies I just couldn’t take it anymore. If this is what the world has come to this year, I don’t want to be a part of this kind of hate. So I wrote. Thank you for tagging me to be a part of this. Maybe one day the world will look back at this and see that we made a difference.

    1. Thank you, and I agree. All this negativity going around is simply generating more. I’ve felt useless and lost lately so this has helped.

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