THE STORY IS LONG
It’s not over
when you leave
the story carries on
who knows for how long
maybe forever
the tale of my great
great grandmother
when she was seventeen
blue eyed, dark haired
and the invading army soldier
who stopped her execution
continues in my life
with some updated twists
on a shared journey
the story did not
begin with them
and won’t end
when I go
we are always in the middle
don’t know when it began
nor how it will end.
WORDLESS MELODY
You’re not
who you think you are
and neither am
the words we are using
are hiding our secrets
the place we call home
is a temporary shelter
to reach tomorrow
the beliefs we’re ready
to die or kill for
came in a package
the leader we’re following
is not taking us where
we envision we’re going
I’m not saying
take off your mask –
in a world of disguises
naked is risky
I’m suggesting that
what is important
is a wordless melody
drifting past leafless trees
into our wounded hearts.
MYSTERIOUS MAPS
a stranger among strangers,
all speaking different languages
even in families we pay for translators
having forgotten the language
words try to disguise
I look into your eyes
attempting to decode the signals
your energy sends to my skin
I want a report on internal affairs
I once heard a call for help
from someone I loved
who was slowly making his way
toward me through a forested
area miles away
there were times I ignored
warning signs of what
was heading my way
preferring wishes of the way
life could be if only…
and almost lost my life
we draw mysterious maps
of hidden terrain –
one-way streets, dead-ends
highways and bridges
still, it’s easy, even map in hand
to get distracted by the music
of a language or a face
and lose our way
TOMORROW
When you awaken tomorrow
winter will be gone
a warm sun will greet you
a blue jay answer your call
your mortgage will be paid
your heart arrhythmia disappear
mirrors will show the hidden face
-- always helpful to know
universities will ban cheating
and no longer sell degrees
doctors will stop using treatments
that ensure patients keep
coming back for more
politicians will return the money they
stole
spiritual leaders living in palaces
will give away their wealth
all living creatures caged, drugged
and cut open for the benefit
of others will be freed
when you’re alone and sick
a kindly stranger will bring you food
and hold your hand
dance will turn enemies into partners
and music will replace arguments
yes, when you wake up tomorrow
the sun will hold hands with the moon.
Lilija Valis, author of Freedom on the Fault Line, has been published in literary and e-zine magazines and ten anthologies. She has read her work solo or with one or two musicians at various literary, musical, dance and political/philosophical events, in Vancouver and the United States. She has performed with a group at two Vancouver Fringe Festivals and, as one of the winners, at San Francisco’s Artist Embassy International Dancing Poetry Festival at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor. She has two CDs out, one solo and one with two musicians.
Website: www.lilijavalis.com
Fantastic! Congratulations Lilija, and thanks Lotharian.
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