song of a cane flute by Donna J. Snyder in I Am Not a Silent Poet

Source: song of a cane flute by Donna J. Snyder published at I Am Not a Silent Poet

…we are the children of bridges, bridges made from our backs, our tears, our sacrifices,
and from all the ones who never made it across with us…. Junot Díaz

low tones solid as her father’s sweet bread
high notes sing the vibrato of son jarocho
of a woman near tears but speaking still
words deep within the memory of cells

the cells are theirs
the lengua is theirs not mine
I can’t presume to speak their truth
yet their indomitable vigor lifts me up
fills with me with a sense of solidarity
a feeling of common purpose
and feelings need not be truth
but are still facts

the strength of la gente bears me up
out of the inundation of hate
their strength through persecution
through the suppression of truth
their unbroken backs carry me
across the chasm seen between us
a bridge between fear and resolution
inspiring me to be a revolution
this bridge called their backs

when I slip and fall I see shoulders and arms
rise up from where knocked to the ground
and those hands reach out to steady me
stand me on my own feet and take my hand
the gift of strength from one heart to another
a kind word from one tongue to another
the gift of memories not mine but shared

like the voice of a cane flute
calling out to the stars

 

Read at the Librotraficantes event in El Paso, Texas on June 22, 2017

(Poem) Compassion goddess hears the cries of the world and descends to help those in need by Donna Snyder

I came here on the back of an extinct crane Its slender neck Wings fierce and gilded with the feathers of the north wind I heard the needs of the people and the tormented world I fled the other pla…

Source: (Poem) Compassion goddess hears the cries of the world and descends to help those in need by Donna Snyder

 

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Focus on Kandinsky’s white dot

 

                    dedicated to Trayvon Martin

 

focus on Kandinsky’s white dot
let the banality of real disappear
the colors like musical chords
the drama of primary
the black on white of keys

the white dot
it makes everything else black
dark holes envelope the whole
the emptiness of space stretching
from your there to my here

artificial constructs of time and space
memories of colors red and yellow
the impact of light on matter
what matter gives up to the eye
what it keeps for itself is black

black the color of all colors
the white dot in the dark whole
the sound of breath inside your head
imagines you are more than a dream
but your there is only a dream

my here nothing but a dreaM
forget the rules of the academy
there are no rules
forget theory of the iconoclasts
remember Einstein was wrong

there is no theory of everything
everything does not exist
the there and the here
the other there’s and other here’s
this earth spinning in a black void

energy moving through void to place
a truck leaves full of blue Buddhas
music born of an inner necessity
the disappearance of self and other
the meaninglessness of there and here
a white dot in the dark whole

published in BorderSenses 19, 2013

kandinsky's white dot

My poem Voices chosen as Yellow Chair Review’s first weekly feature

My poem Voices is the pre-publication weekly feature for Yellow Chair Review, and will be included in the first issue, which is coming soon.  My thanks to founding editor and publisher, Sarah Frances Moran, for her generous support of my work, and wish her well with her new adventure in publishing.

https://yellowchairreview.wordpress.com/2015/05/11/voices-by-donna-j-snyder/

Voices – by Donna J Snyder

Voices – by Donna J Snyder.

Yellow Chair Review will be issuing its first issue soon, which will include my poem, Voices.  They have chosen my poem as their first weekly featured work and posted it pre-publication.  Sarah Frances Moran is the founding editor and publisher, and I thank her for her generous support of my work and wish her well.