Poems Rethabile Likes

Gericault's Letter to Nietzsche by William Walrond Strangmeyer | Poems Rethabile Likes Gericault's Letter to Nietzsche by William Walrond Strangmeyer A horse is the projection of people's dreams about themselves – strong, powerful, beautiful – and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence. — Pam Brown Consider how the horses live and ponder if the dreams of power justify the pain of war. Any ethical stance is replete with its traps and with dangers to poise and pose. A principled mind is a balancing act and can be unhorsed by random glimpse. Like a weapon of war, a machine of nature, the cables and blood perfo...

Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa | Poems Rethabile Likes Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't, dammit: No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. I turn this way—the stone lets me go. I turn that way—I'm inside the Vietnam Veterans Memorial again, depending on the light to make a difference. I go down the 58,022 names, half-expecting to find my own in letters like smoke. I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see t...

A Poem for the Innocents by Geoffrey Philp | Poems Rethabile Likes A Poem for the Innocents by Geoffrey Philp A killing moon peeks through leaves of trumpet trees in full bloom for Lent, their barks crisscrossed by wild strokes of a machete when my son tried to help me weed our garden, overrun with dandelions, branches, leaves, a bounty of seed and thorns, side by side, under clusters of suns bursting through the branches. Shadows flicker across the wall upstairs, over Buzz Lightyear's grin, Mr. Potato Head's sigh, and under a map dotted with cities that fill his dreams. What promise...