Not a Whit of Difference

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life choices, parallel universes, road less travelled, Robert Frost

Two paths diverged in the woods.

I chose the one indicated by the left fork

and that made not a whit of difference –

as far as I know.

Photo and poem by Candia Dixon-Stuart

The Night Before Christmas

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St Nicholas, Santa's Sleigh, reindeer, The Night Before Christmas, Xmas poem, Clement Clark Moore

Window Dressing in Cirencester this week.

All credit to Poppy the calligrapher and artist.

Whirling Dervishes

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Elif Shafak, Forty Rules of Love, Konya, Rumi, Shams of Tabriz, Sufi, Sufism, whirling dervishes

Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart

Just finished reading Elif Shafak’s novel about Shams of Tabriz and his

relationship with Rumi, the Sufi poet.

Lengthened Shadows

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Emerson, lengthened shadows, Sweeney Agonistes, T S Eliot

Reference to Emerson and T S Eliot

Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart

The lengthened shadow of a man is History, said Emerson,

Who had not seen the silhouette

of Sweeney straddled in the sun…

The Loneliest Man in the World- a sestina

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agribusinesses, Amazon, habitat loss, illegal loggers, Man of the Hole, North Rondonia, pistoleros, sarampion, sestina, yams

The harbingers of the highway, strange men –

pistoleros? – murdered his tribe.  Alone,

he raises maize and yams.  He is the last

to roam 4,000 hectares; to survive

sarampion, flu, smallpox and the loss

of relationships, family and friends.

The agribusinesses have been no friends

to Amazonian rainforests.  Men

decimate the land; their gain is loss.

This man has lived for twenty years alone.

With four, or five, some other tribes survive,

but human diversity will not last.

When the illegal loggers have, at last,

razed every tree to the forest floor, friends

of the indigenous will not survive.

Stripping rare plants that might have healed men

will leave us with dilemmas, all alone,

to face health crises; scientific loss.

In today’s world we experience loss –

loss of our souls; our languages.  The last

man to roam North Rondonia alone

at least felt what it was once to have friends.

He knew the co-operation of men

was vital for tribe members to survive.

Without his wisdom, how can we survive?

No man is an island.  All sense the loss.

Our planet is affected – even men

who murdered his kin.  The effects will last,

impacting their families and their friends.

Doubtless their guilt should not be borne alone.

Corporations do not erode alone.

Immunity itself will not survive.

Time’s arrow can pierce foes and even friends.

The Man of the Hole, who suffered great loss,

knows his breath will be surrendered at last,

but he holds that in common with all men.

Friends of our earth, how shall we survive loss

of habitats and species?  Fellow men,

look at this last man.  He’s not alone.

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A post of the poem I already published in February 2021.

‘The Man in the Hole’ was found outside his straw hut, dead in a hammock

and covered with Macaw feathers. He was aged about 60 and no foul play

is suspected at this time.

Warning

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deep water, drowning, moat, Not Waving But Drowning, Stevie Smith, warning

I am trying my best!

‘Not Waving, but Drowning’ poem comes to mind. Stevie Smith.

Six Clerihews of the Moment

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Angela Rayner, Boris Johnson, clerihew, House of Commons, Keir Starmer, Lynne Truss, Pm's Question Time, Rishi Sunak, Satire

Lynne Truss,

What an embarrassing fuss!

She confused the Baltic and Black Sea.

Does she have Geography GCSE?

Boris Johnson, PM,

from whom the Tory Party and the country’s troubles stem,

knows all about ‘tragic miscalculation[s]’

and is woefully inept at international relations.

Angela Rayner,

lover of the biker boot and trainer,

called the Conservatives ‘scum.’

Maybe, some think, she wasn’t quite so dumb?

Keir Starmer,

we’d be misled if we called him a charmer-

inadvertently, or not, the Scots crofter was hot.

His principled stand eclipsed the whole lot.*

(in some people’s opinion)

Jacob Rees-Mogg,

Princeling of Pettifog?

Is that a silver spoon in the pocket of your pantaloon,

or are you pleased to see us, that you may bestow a boon?

Rishi Sunak.

is giving us £200 back.

‘Now, don’t bite the hand that feeds you,’ he may say.

No, we’ll leave that till the Election Day.

Rejection

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empathy, Goya, jealousy, Los Caprichos, quennet, rejection, The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters

Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Wikimedia Commons.

Goya: The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters from Los Caprichos

black mood patient endurance anguished thoughts

dashed hope

groundless expectation tunnel light silver lining?

suppressed frustration

wry smile forced laughter gnawing jealousy

daily grind

scarce empathy

gritted teeth

voluntary solitude

brittle persona

crushed spirit

low ebb

arrested development

black tunnel anguished grind daily endurance

groundless jealousy?

Summer’s Lease Hath All Too Short A Day

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Autumn, decay, end of summer, every fair from fair sometime declines, momento mori, nasturtium, poignant beauty, Shakespeare, Sonnet 18, still life

Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart

Hot? Well, it’s not!

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Alexander Pope, Dryden, Matthew Arnold, universal greyness, weather

Wish it was. Fed up with the universal greyness that covers all.

Was that Alexander Pope? Dryden?

I’m thinking ‘Dunciad.’ Maybe it was Matthew Arnold- I forget, alas.

I know Europe is burning, but here it is day after day of grey

nothingness.

Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart