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Love Is Not Vain

10 April, 2018: Love Is Not Vain

READ A POEM

by Cavana Faithwalker

Love Is Not Vain

dead seas seize
with No Exit eyes
so deep the pain
and wide the folly
that feeds them
 
living ways are in
out, high and low
dead to the dead, life
to the living
 
for those who live
this life concealed
principles cooperate
 
life operates spirit filled
how great the lesson
how high the sublime revealed
 
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“Love Is Not Vain” by Cavana Faithwalker. © Cavana Faithwalker, 2017. Used by permission of the author.
 
ABOUT TODAY’​S POET
Cavana Faithwalker is a father, bodhisattva and philosopher in training and a reluctant Metabedu street monk. He plays didgeridoo and is a visual and performance artist. Influenced by Muhammad Ali, he started writing poetry in the 1970s. Faithwalker started the Nia Coffeehouse at the Cleveland Museum of Art, a jazz and poetry venue that ran from 1996 to 2017, and he served as Cleveland Heights Poet Laureate from 2011 to 2013. He has earned community awards for inclusion and community engagement. His mantras are: (BIBO) breath in breath out; win-win; and I am bigger than my excuses. You can read his blog, read about the Metabedu community and follow him on Twitter.

WRITE A POEM

In handwriting on paper, draft a poem about fire that is five to 12 lines long. Read it aloud a few times, and then set the paper on fire. Tomorrow, write as much of the poem as you can remember and add to it anything you care to.


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Syd
Ode To My Heart

Heart, you’re so important,
You’re known all world round.
Are you pink or are you red?
The answer can’t be found.

You could be a symbol of love,
Or some grotesque medical thing.
Werewolves find you delectable
You make them howl and sing.

When two people split,
You shatter and break
You are how every human’s chest can ache.

Heart, o’ heart,
We love you so.
Please, o’ please heart
Don’t ever go.
4/10/2018 4:16:53 PM

N. K. Hasen
Fire On A Poem

I flick the match
Watched flame take hold
Small fire dazzled before my eyes
I took paper in my hand
Watched flame leap upon the page
Fire grew eating away
Yellow, reds and orange fire ravaged paper
Until just before it reached the hand
I dumped it in cold water to extinguish flame
Now, how to recall poem written upon the page
4/10/2018 10:21:15 AM

james thomas lawless
“Dead man lying by the side of the road
with the sunlight in his eyes.” – song2


“Two surgeons just lost it.

“One stopped working on the guy in front of us and walked over
to the side of the tent and started hitting his leg with a hammer
until he broke it.

“The other just walked over to the corner of the tent
and screamed ‘Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ.’
He left that day and never came back.”

I wonder how MASH ever was funny.

jim lawless
April 10, 2018
4/10/2018 10:08:54 AM

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READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.