What a pleasure Blurt is! It's lovely to be able to freely speak my mind without fear of recrimination. I believe this is one of the spaces of the future, and I thank all of you who populate it.
I've been very active earning very little on Hive/Steem for over three years. Now, I'd like my best stuff from those years to be here on Blurt.
I will be reposting (crossposting?) my favorite poems. For the past two years, all of my poems have been about the covid con. I can't seem to write poetry about anything else these days.
This one begins with the introduction that I originally wrote for it. It was published on that other chain almost a year ago.
Thank you for reading.
After a full year—now a bit more—of putting up with this nonsense that the breath of my fellow humans is something I should feel profoundly fearful of (even my own, lest a speck of demon dust ride my breath and infect a granny in some nursing home somewhere), I was tasked to write a poem about the year.
In that year, I have been transformed, so there is much to say. Please do not mistake this very short poem for something that was frivolously produced. I have spent a month now trying to write it. I have worked on nothing else to publish on Hive for well over a week. The concept I wanted to express both drove me and eluded me.
Last night I dreamed this poem. It took very little from me to appear in words this morning. Writing this introduction is taking me far longer.
The only truth there is, is extremely simple. Everything else is decoration.
Grub
no flaws need attention
no work need be done
no teaching can better
the knowledge of sun
kissed skin sun
nourished body sun
knowing heart
nature’s roar resounds
in the pluck of a dandelion leaf
pick one with love and see for yourself
emerge, thou grub,
renewed
