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Love | #1000Speak Poem

Love
He slowly straightens,
bag filled with empty cans,
left by careless passerby and tourists.
This was his spot.
He’d counted each grain of sand,
Had been humbled by those waves
On more occasions than he could remember.
His home.
He’d been coming to this beach
before Hawaii 5.0
or Magnum P.I.
or when the buildings started blocking the sunrise.
And he took care.
This was his ‘aina.
Where he dove for tako
Where the ancestors had walked the land and
he’d taught his children how to live
with respect and care.
What they did rippled through life
like waves through the ocean,
Impacting everyone.
He looked around at his place,
checking for cigarette butts
and wrappers.
He nodded in satisfaction and shuffled home.

 

This month for #1000Speak for Compassion we’re talking about Love. And I thought about this. Love isn’t always romantic. Or even friendship. I wanted to talk about this man’s love for his environment, this land that felt as much a part of him as his family. If you’re interested in joining, write something about love and post a link.


 

I’m also participating in OctPoWriMo this month, so this will go for both of these wonderful projects today.

31 day

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#1000Speak | Compassion in the Virtual World

compassion in the virtual worldSometimes I get so very tired. There’s a constant inundation of negative news and that news brings some of the harshest, angriest criticisms and critiques. Especially if these conversations revolve around topics that can be personal or touchy– race relations, politics, weight, reproduction issues, the list goes on and on.

There’s a tendency to forget that behind these words, clacking on these keys, are real people. In a video, the people who are vlogging or creating content are actual people who exist in the world. Looking at life through a screen gives some people a sense of distance and let’s them feel comfortable to be as cruel as they want to be without any actual thought to the effect those words can have. They are attacking the words and the ideas, right? Not the person. (We’ll ignore for the moment those who immediately go to the personal attacks on weight, race, etc. They’ve already proven that they are just trying to cut someone down.)

But words and ideas are not divorced from the people who say them. Even though it’s just online, a person is writing those thoughts. Even if the argument is fundamentally different than my feelings on the subject, I try to find a way to address it that isn’t a cold dressing down of that person. But there’s times that it’s too much for me. That my emotions are swelling in my throat and I just want to angrily punch my feelings into the screen.

I choose to walk away. Deciding to not engage, can be a compassionate act in itself. It’s not always necessary to weigh in on a subject, and I try to really pick and choose my battles. In it all, I try to remember that even if the idea seems absolutely moronic there’s a person sharing those thoughts and I don’t have to be damaging and cruel in my response even if he or she doesn’t give the world that same respect. I don’t have to be “that guy.”

How do you choose to show the world compassion in your online life?

This is for the 1000 Voices for Compassion linkup. We’ve been doing a quarterly linkup and having a monthly time where we can post about compassion of the topic or the topic of the month. This month we’re talking about compassion. If you’re written a post, please link it up here. And if you haven’t written anything, but you want to read what others have written, go there as well.

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Listening to What She Wants to Hear| #1000Speak

Bernie’s bare finger taps table top

Trying to bring a ring to life.

tap-tap tap-tap tap-tap

He talks of his work. Job.

Mom. Oh how his mother rails against him.

She’s on a fast track to a nursing home.

It would be better for him.

Out of his hair. For her too.

Someone else’s care.

His greasy angry lays heavy against

Bernie’s lungs. She’s not sure when she would breathe

if they were together.

But he’s single.

No kids.

Good job.

Isn’t she about that life?

She wasn’t sure,

The Wild Turkey was telling her to drink more.

With enough inside, she could go on a ride

Problems resolved behind closed doors,

back pressed against a wall.

As he went on about how mother’s lack of support,

zero appreciation.

But it rested on his shoulders,

younger siblings too busy being young- useless.

His fist balled, quick motion and he poured his anger out into the table. *crack*

The sound reverberated .

Forks clattering against dishes, murmured words,

shoes clacking against marble tile.

Ceased.

Eyes on them.

She excels at ignoring things.

Laid loving hands on him.

It’s going to be alright, she whispered.

Such passion, he had. Just needed it diverted into something positive.

Anyone with that kind of passion had divine right make things happen.

She could make them happen.

Mold him.

But he was such a kind man to want to take care of

everyone despite their failings.

A hero really.

He put family first before everything.

She respected that.

Respected him.

Even if there fear fluttered on the edge.

She assumed she would love him one day.

 

Hears

This month’s theme is Listening for #1000Speak for Compassion. I was thinking about Bernie from my WIP Blood Roses and Honeysuckles at the beginning of her dating her now husband. She had heard what she wanted to hear. And now things aren’t quite what she wanted.

There’s still time to link up. Go to the  for #1000 SpeakCompassion Facebook page and link up there.

 

Other poems in the Blood Roses Group if you haven’t checked them out already:

A Guessing Game

About Addy’s Mama

 

Aloha ya’ll!

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