Enjoy an evening of poetry with Kathryn Takara and friends, and get your copy of her latest publication, Season’s in Haiku, Saturday, October 1st.
Enjoy an evening of poetry, featuring Kathryn Takara, reading from Seasons in Haiku.
An exciting pocketbook of poetry that offers Takara’s firsthand observations and reflections of the 2018 Kīlauea eruption, including the following poem.
PELE AND FISSURE 8
ominous, eerie, fiery-painted skies.
There are variable, color-filled clouds
corals, magentas, rubies
irregular shades of gray and black.
Surprising impermanent weather
while molten rock gushes torrential
reveals the heartbeat of Fissure 8.
Kanaka maoli understand
the powerful process.
Let go of illusions of control.
Allow for the robust untamed cycle
Recognize the signs.
It’s still too smoky
to fathom the future
in an unpredictable present.
This poem, originally published in Zimbabwe Spin: Politics and Poetics by Kathryn Waddell Takara, refers in part to the then-President of Zimbabwe, the late Robert Mugabe (Feb. 21, 1924 – Sept. 6, 2019).
Under the rule of a zealot
Opponents beaten and discouraged
The meaning of democracy.
Wild animals near extinction
Heedless, greedy poachers
Elephants and rhinos at high risk
Rare tusks for ancient Chinese remedies
Jewelry, decorative art, piano keys
Endangered even on animal preserves
Where empty nests dot the abandoned trees in leafless intricacy
All Nature a sunset witness.
Hungry, envious of Western wealth
Commit unspeakable acts of cruelty to feed their families and greed.
Awesome independence corrupts
Distorted collective vision of progress
Ignores economic meltdown
As policy supports political intimidation
Social unrest dominated by bully tactics.
Discontent rumbles under the drought of inequality
Like magma inflates before an eruption.
Copyright 2015 Pacific Raven Press, LLC
Brown. I imagined it was such an ordinary color the color of my skin. Brown, the color of Mother Earth, rivers rain-swelled, a variety of tones, sharps and flats, like people: Africans, Indians, Asians, Pacific Islanders. Don’t mind. Apple Brown Betty, pie crusts, brown gravy, coffee, caramel, chocolates, walnuts, pecans, peanuts, cashews, brown wrapping paper for Xmas packages. Brown, the color of my skin. Don’t mind. Kaleidoscope of kids brown-nose the teacher, preppies scuff their brown penny loafers. Brownstone elegance fights decay creeping blight in New York City, reminding of another time—resurrecting. Browns of tapa cloth, batik, wood carvings carved brown doors to places and events memorable, the brown doors, usually forgotten. Brown owls, chipmunks, squirrels, dogs, horses, elks, bears, giraffes, gazelles, lions, and other creatures around the globe. The color of me, brown. Don’t mind. Browns are as natural as breath, as varied as grains of sand. To think, I imagined it was such an ordinary color, the color of my skin.
East Coast in May
50th reunion at Tufts
Old friends and festivities
Mint greens, emerald leaves
Dogwood and pink buds
Crystal streams flow freely
Robins and blue birds
Turkeys and gnats
Add to the sumptuous sounds
Petunia and geraniums
Violets and yellows
Patches of now
Azaleas strumming colors
Wisteria wafting lazily
Anticipation of unknown global warming
Un huh, un huh
Shared fears and sentiments
Essence in bloom
Patience in trying
Aching joints, weakening body
Still moments of splendid
Un huh, un huh
Visitor in the garden
Eyes face west then south
See stirs of wind in date tree
Fronds reflecting, fluffing the air
Psychedelic pinks and orange
Change quick as a breath
A passing posse of clouds
Catch the colors on the French doors
Fading to evening.
Spring should be gentle
Full of promise
Thousands of Rohini Muslim boat refugees
Float for weeks off Indonesia
Lost homelands in Myanmar, Bangladesh, Thailand
Dying for lack of water, food, docking,
friendly governments and welcome.
Notice the butterfly gone orange
Like Abidjan matches
Mother’s plumeria tree from Manoa
Grown from a hearty branch
In multiple colorful
Masterful madness and fanciful designs
Air thaws to green
Nature vaunts grace in growth
Experience joy in awareness
Moments of pinks and yellows
Lavenders and oranges
Bold daring contrasts
Beauty in multiple melodies of birds
Whales frolic off the coast
Splashing presence with new calves
A blue day changes
Wind shifts south
Vog from volcano drifts up the island chain
Reminding of toxic nearby
Wars, terror, nuclear threats
Corruption, elections, polarization
Troubles parallel to hope.
Spirit of sun
Hot hot hot
Summer’s lost thread
Faded dream tapestry
Time to make a plan for autumn.
raging wild orange
national flag orange white green
orange taxis, soccer outfits
bling and dances
fresh squeezed juices daily
oranges and passion fruit
bowls of cut sweet mangos
road work, orange signs
blush of dawn
and brilliant sunset in clouds indirect
orange shorts from Clary
orange purse and shiny scarves
Tan dog Tay Tay chasing her orange Frisbees
orange honey from the monastery
Orange moments of determination
Orange love in Presence.