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Gift

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By Dana Janine Diamond 

​I could make my mother laugh
I can make my daughter laugh
I can laugh to myself
and this makes me
invincible
still vulnerable
I am traveling by gondola
in a narrow waterway
flowers blooming everywhere
roses, peonies, ranuculus, hydrangeas
queen anne’s lace and baby’s breath
hot pink and cream, riotous colors
light glistening, shimmering
on the water’s surface
the sun and moon
are about to kiss
I, we,
don’t really know
where we are going
we just see love
I have to believe
the angels
are laughing with us
and love will save us
love saves this impressionistic
shabby, tie-dyed
magnificent
world
I have to believe
we will prevail


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Be Bold for Change

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By Dana Janine Diamond 

How lucky are we
to not be
one of the five million
women
or girls
at any given
moment
being sold
into sexual slavery
How they wish
they could
be bold
for change
how they need
us
to be
how they need
to just
be

On this morning
somewhere is a dream
a prayer
clinging to a girl
like a torn and tattered
robe
she has likely lost
hope
that we care
in God’s lightening game
of hide
and seek

We must find
these women
and girls
by the bold
light of day
never give
up
find
a way
to save them
heal them
love

We need
to be
bold
so we can
hold out hope
for a gentle
world
to come
home to
change

Coins like stars
are everywhere
shining in the streets
as light blankens
the sky
we reach
out our hands
to pick
them up
pluck one
with pluck
in our palms
like a guitar pick
in search of
a key change
a shell
in need
of a sea change

They each have
a name
these bold women
and girls
we see them
we need to
tell them
they are not invisible
they have names
like stars
and ours
must
be

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Thanksgiving Daze

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By Dana Janine Diamond

We tripped the light
fantastic
pain pooling at our feet
we felt the force
of a waterfall
dancing wildly
to its own beat
a rhythm we thought
was gone
is bulging out
of an angry hat
nothing sits below it
an emptiness
of the most
profound sort
we watch images reflected
in gold towers
and hyped-up billboards
captured by
rear view mirrors
as we drive through
our towns
we’ve lost our minds
and hearts,
our souls
dived off a ledge
into shallow waters ambivalent
to hold our refuse,
what has become
of our great endeavor
we are battling
an ugly history
passing for glory
this year some
of us are wide awake
others clinging tightly
to a long forgotten dream
we fight to the bitter end
or learn to begin again
I’ve spent too many
holidays in hospitals
today I’m free
yet not
as we celebrate
our gratitude
partake in a harvest repast
at last
love limps to the table
battle worn and a bit broken
from the hate spewing about
as outside a cranked up
fire hydrant
ruins adult shoes in its path
delighting kids and dogs
emitting a raucous laughter
we can’t get the same water
back in
we’ll need a wider vision
it’s so hard to sink
this low
as a people, as a nation
we left paradise long ago
and this burden feels
too heavy
but rise we must
of that I am hopefully
certain
faith takes over
when reason has left
us alone
we keel and mourn
and cry out a silent
howl
we embrace
fix our gaze on
the prophets and seers
the poets and the singers
the leaves that turn our skies aglow
even as their roots
are ever deep
it is up to us
to offer out our hands
as the homeless in the streets
a sign, a day to remember
we need each other
we need each other

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Purity

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By Rosie Belle Diamond

I am wind in a barrel
rain in a cloud
the moon coalescing with the sun
Hope
drifting through the dark
Love
raging wild
dust dampening the dewy grass
a rose
dying in the light
I wait
for the seeds to rest upon my fist
the thorns ceasing on my last
breath
Then I grow again
weeds spreading
basking in the everglow
I am the contrast of purity
yet seem to be echoing the very
essence
within virtue, I rest myself
serenity I claim at last
God, can you hear me?
I am widening for your heavy blow
I feel the softness of your voice
I listen, I wait, I trust
Is belief nothing?
Have I become unholy enough?
Has the erosion of my ecstacy
numbed the fire of your warmth
I have shattered into dust
unwilling to form the new bliss
I breach myself
Do I not deserve your love?
Your favor
Your power of rebirth
I am not soul, but human
and I do not avow my strength
until I am needed
Do you need me?
If I am not worthless, why have you cast such a dark vessel
on my lightly weighed path
I may be full of passion, but I am
human
and you are God
So pray for me, God!
Pray for my soul, my 
stubborn heart,
and this unruly justice
for love is not a rose
though we grow with love 
in unity
am I still whole?
I am the contrast of purity
portraying the essence within

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Tides Against the Shoreline 

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By Dana Janine Diamond 

Katie in
The Way We Were
was the first time
I saw myself on screen
my kindred spirit 
in passionate
politics and yearning
for a more fair
and just world
11, about to champion
Feminism
in a big, door to door way

Now we are fighting
a war
we never knew
would be upon us
and I long for
just 
one of Hawkeye’s
wry, comforting smiles
I’m crawling through
the mud, gasping
for any pebble
or lambent bead of light
any way of carrying
on

My daughter
is writing
another book, rich
with friendships and heart
struggles and triumphs
true
love
the imagination gifts us
when memories
collide
and I’m still
so still
writing poems
just as I first did when I was 14

I dreamed of bequeathing
my daughter a heroine
an explorer
a wild water tamer
in a country of poetry
I wanted to gather in
the ocean
just for her
wade through wildflowers
in the tidal marshes
untouched
bathe in incandescence
climbing
strewn on sun-warmed rocks
basking in
southernmost sunlight
sense the salt
in an air with no loneliness

once we swam
the night away
under the moonlight
now we want
to travel the world
away from the deep dolor
of nostalgia
we played Marco Polo
but you grew silent
my heart
is too heavy
with all the myths
lost at sea
where do we belong
longing for passage
home


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J’Accuse 

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By Dana Janine Diamond

Are you impotent
Or did you just
fall down on the job
why does the one thing
in your name
perpetuate so much
evil
pretty soon
looking for the good
will require
a telescope
your city of refuge
has become a country
where women and children
are subhuman
expendable in the name
of raging sickness
and power
asking us to look
the other way
because they’re ‘worse’
than us
so that makes it okay
and across our nation
we send our children
on planes and busses
tourists viewing the ancient
and the quaint
as if what they’re seeing
isn’t actually a living
Holocaust
seething and raging
underneath

While I was praying
you looked the other way
how are you going
to beg
for my forgiveness
this year
every year
how will you
do it
until the end
of time
when the dew drops
I am not going
to humble myself
before such a screw-up
maybe I’ll deign
to go another round
maybe you’ll be dead
in my heart
but if you want to
really be in this world
have a dwelling place
then you better get down
here
and clean up
your own mess

Dieu,
is this really
what you imagined

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Cart Wheels

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By Dana Janine Diamond

We had a peaceful day
there won’t be many
this one nearly wasn’t
but it’s still mid-evening
my job now
is to report from the inside

the way we got here
the echo of…
this is my happiness
distilled to the most
benign expectations

Journey, journeying
galloping, memories
in pointillist paintings
true moments
like night stars
we can’t see them all
but we look up
and receive the impression

It turns out
humans mated with neanderthals
not sure who
got the better deal
if it was love, if God
ever really loved
us
he or she has not yet
proven their point

are we like chimps
or chumps
in the zoo
bewildering
to those on the outside

Job should have fulfilled
the prophecy
and cursed you
maybe he could have
spared us the task

We are holding the water
down
traveling, traveling
I need all the stars
turning and twirling
to deepen dusk

 

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