I participated in a few ekphrastic readings in 2020 and 2021. Here are four poems from those events. “The Seeker” and “A Dog’s Perspective” appear in This Festival of Dreams, and the other two will appear in my upcoming 14th poetry book.
Squirrel inspired by “Squirrel” by Cecile McNulty A squirrel stakes out the backyard, bounding from branch to branch, scampering along the fence, planning out a route. Taking a leap of faith, they fly towards the feeder! We engage in a staring contest. There is a fear in their eyes— a hesitancy— as they secure a peanut. They’re unaware I want them there. For too long the squirrels have been dubbed thieves, but they are not the thieves; we are. Their ancestors roamed this land, planting forests. Ours merely stole their nuts only to sell them back to us, so feast, dear squirrel! You’re welcome here! Lest We Forget the Massacres inspired by “Lest We Forget the Massacres” by Susan Lane America, people are dying, and your flag’s a bloody shroud, covering the earth like a dark cloud. America guarantees us the right to own unlimited weapons of war, but not food, shelter, nor healthcare. America, where victims’ names are forgotten, but the killers are psychoanalyzed, idolized, imitated, martyred, and romanticized as the people’s cries go unheard. In America there’s never a polite time to discuss our backwards priorities, so we stand idly by while children continue to die. America, we have enough guns, lay down your arms, and raise a banner of peace! America, when will you value life? A Dog’s Perspective inspired by “Dog with Stick” by Lee Wilder Snider I love it when we go to the lake! It’s warm, sunny, and beautiful. The water is cold and refreshing. I can’t wait to dive into the waves! So many delicious new smells! I love playing with birds on the shore, and chasing squirrels up the trees. My human floats around on a canoe, catching us both fish for dinner. I explore, finding him treasures. Today I found a nice big stick! I cannot wait to bring it to him! The Seeker inspired by “The Seeker” by Sara Wong She sits on a pillow of joy. A bell chimes. Its vibration reverberates around the room, and the walls melt into light. She travels the world in her mind’s eye on the wings of a mantra. Her soul floats free, mingling with the divine. The warm embrace of love surrounds her, deepening with every powerful breath. She feels connected, knowing we are all one, sending love to all beings. Drinking in sweet serenity, enveloped by peace, clad in contented smile, her spirit kissed by clarity. Slowly, gently her eyes open. Her soul is renewed, recharged, ready.