Day 308: Spider’s Kiss

Do you hear the rain
see the rain it falling like teardrops?
I cry out in pain,
I know it’s Mother Earth’s sorrow I feel.

I look around
searching for answers
But none have I found.

What makes us as humans destroy?
When we were given the precious
gift of life?
How can we have peace,
when all we do is fight?

How can we sit by
and listen to children cry?

How can we stand still
and watch mankind die?

How can we sleep at night,
knowing the end is near?

We are a strong race,
but not without fear.

If you ask me,
I will tell you this ~~

To the Earth, to life
We are a spider’s kiss.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Reposting an old poem today because it just fit. Lately, I have been reading a lot about the Dakota Access Pipeline and Standing Rock. I wrote this poem back in 1995, in high school, and was struck by how little things have changed in the Environmental movement. Originally printed in my high school, Bloor Collegiate Institute, Annual Literature Magazine – Scribble, it remains one of my favourite poems. Also, the first poem I ever published and shared with others!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Photos below are from the magazine 🙂

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Day 263: The Wild Card (Jennifer)

Sassy and unexpected,
she challenges all your notions,
understanding that blindness
comes with asking no questions.

Gifted and caring,
sharing lessons from the heart,
reminds you that love is
every part of who we are.

Playful and firm,
she’s both knight and dragon,
when playing the damsel,
she will karate chop in a gown.

a tomboy, a joker,
so many characters in one
a friend, a challenger,
she will keep your toes.
until unaware,
you are taken by her charm
and all your secrets are disarmed.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Yesterday was the birthday of my best friend Jennifer, the youngest in our high school group. She is a brilliant teacher. So this poem is inspired by the way she makes everyone around her feel and her positive impact on all of our lives.

Day 67: Scars

Some scars
Are hidden behind layers of fear
Because you know
You should be over it by now
And yet the wound keeps bleeding
Toxic in its waste
Spewing venomous sounds
That build to words of doubt
Cripple the tongue
As it tries to deny
That this pain is not real
And this pain is no more.

Brave face forward
Move so fast
They can’t catch you
You won’t hear the words
That are said
The rejection of all you are
Rooted in high school memories
Childish taunts.

Pause

Take a deep breath
Say the thoughts
Before they are articulated
Throw up the walls
And wait.
And wait.
And wait…

Judgement in eyes,
Too slowly hidden
Connotations of an identity
Not born of the norm
Fears of being unique
Uncontrolled and savage
The abhorrence rides you
Chasing you like a thief
With unwanted bread
But still haunted because
It is not yours to take.

And so you keep running
Past the acceptance
Away from the love
Giving wounds no time to heal
Welcoming pain as the norm
Until you run out of track
Exhausted body lying on the Earth.

Here is the choice
Be an exhausted dust hidden body,
Or rise again
And race back to all
You feared to take.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy