EPISODE 365 | One Poem Only

I didn’t miss a day. Thank you for being here. For listening, for sharing, for writing, for championing poetry with me. There’s so much more to come.

I dwell in Possibility –

A fairer House than Prose –

More numerous of Windows –

Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –

Impregnable of eye –

And for an everlasting Roof

The Gambrels of the Sky –

Of Visitors – the fairest –

For Occupation – This –

The spreading wide my narrow Hands

To gather Paradise –

By Emily Dickinson

There’s something poetic

About a country eating itself alive

To appease the gods of private equity

While stars are singing to us from the cosmos.

Children go hungry

But fear not,

They trim the fat and the waste

And the bloated, seeping fools will realize too late

That a country without its people

Is no country at all.

There’s something poetic

About letting it all fall away

And giving up the fight,

Not because we know we lost

But because the fight is not ours.

It never has been.

We are free now to create something new

For those who care

Will we save the world?

No. That is not our task.

We will save ourselves

As the world spins round the sun.

By Maggie Devers

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