Imagination Garden

by Sha’ifa Dietra Malik  (Mami Watu)

c 2017

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Imagination Garden

there once was a little

girl whose imagination

was fertile soil

she absorbed every book

she read

like rain on the Sahara

like a sponge on the bottom

of the deepest

darkest ocean

she absorbed everything

time passed

and that little girl grew

into a woman who loved

words

words became a garden in which she could always play

words nurtured her

like the sun nurtures

a tree

they protected her

from cold winds

and changing tides

even now

this girl-woman

sees every book

that lands in the hands

of every child

as if it were a seed

being planted in the most fertile of ground

the imagination of a child

and what will grow there?

ideas as brilliant as tulip bulbs

laughter as robust as cabbages

faith-hope-charity

sprouting

from beans, squash and corn

and how can we be sure?

because there once was a little girl

whose imagination was fertile soil

she absorbed every book

she ever read

like rain on the Sahara

like a sponge on the bottom

of the deepest

darkest ocean

she stands before you now

having absorbed everything

she ever read

and so

may the planting of nature’s seeds

and

the nurturing of young minds

be forever entwined…

Plastic Bag Caught in Tree Branches

plastic birds

     caught in trees

undisturbed

     by the breeze

          unendowed with a song

featherless

     yet strong

plastic birds

     you will flutter

          long after atomic sirens have been uttered

 

Click Here to Download Full Resolution Image Free high resolution photo of what’s left of a plastic bag caught in the branches of a winter tree.

Source: Plastic Bag Caught in Tree Branches

A short purple poem

it’s raining purple /

and all that should be said /

has been said /

what’s left is the wind..hot /

of those who like to hear themselves speak /

what’s left is the machination /

to make this prince a poster child /

for..opioids..aloneness..gender-sex fluidity and living wills /

take your pick /

pick yourself up and travel on /

remember the name with a thank you for passing this way /

with the pouring of libations /

in tribute to collective genius and hard work /

it’s raining purple /

and i am hopeful for the royalty yet to come.

Meteor

great balls o’ fire!

crashing to our earth…

13,000 tons of TNT…

9.6 miles per second…

swallowed by the Atlantic…

Chango, god of Fire is reborn.

 

http://earthsky.org/space/largest-fireball-since-chelyabinsk-falls-over-atlantic

 

große Kugeln o ‘Feuer!

Absturz auf unsere Erde …

13.000 Tonnen TNT …

9,6 Meilen pro Sekunde …

vom Atlantik verschluckt …

Chango, Gott des Feuers ist wiedergeboren .

shango