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Remembering emily and watching the madness


I was always attracted to the poems of Emily Dickinson. It started in the seventh grade with Mrs. Rice reading one of her poems that begins, “I’m nobody! Who are you?” I suppose as a pre-teen at the time, I was fascinated by someone actually admitting from the start that they were “nobody”. Perhaps a little simplistic thinking on my part at the time. But I became very motivated to delve into the meaning of her poems especially the more depressing and sometimes even darker ones. I read her biographies which always intrigued me. But don’t ask me why; they just did.

These days, I am somewhere in between feeling hopeful and depressed by all the madness that seems to be exhibited at all levels by so many of us. More maddening is that the paradoxes and ironies of the madness come from our so called leaders. I crave more thought provoking poems to help me understand and cope with it all. I read more about keeping faith and spirituality.

Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson I reread recently that seems to connect to what is happening right now. What do you think?

 

Much madness is divinest sense

Much madness is divinest sense

to discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

“Tis the majority

In this, as all, prevails.

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur, –you’re straightway dangerous

And handled with a chain.

Sickened Again


I spent three glorious days with grandchildren. They lift me up in ways I cannot even describe. I sat to write some poems to post for the next few days. I was so engrossed in my grandkid’s visit that I did not watch the news or read a newspaper. I just heard of the mass shootings that have occured within the last 15 hours of so. I am sickened again. My heart hurts. I watched and listened to the expressions of the victim’s families. I am sickened again at the thought that a mother who was shopping for school supplies was killed as she shielded her two month old child. I am sickened to the point of nauseum.

Will this to pass in a few days after the media stops interviewing victims and victim’s families? I am sickened again because I know the answer. Nothing will be done. Nothing will be done folks.

Hatred is winning! Here is my poem to express my personal grief. I am sickened and identify with all the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles and every other person who is as sad and sickened as I am right now.

Bang, Bang, you are dead!

Hatred still lives in some hearts!

How do we kill HATE?

What will take for true action to happen?

I am sickened. My heart hurts

Does your heart hurt too?

Then what are we going to do?

It is really up to us!

You have to know it’s true.

It really is up to me and you.

God help us all!