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See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil


Another from the few poems I wrote for a contest.

Hilariously enough, this post comes on a day of Internet activism. Apparently this SOPA/PIPA thing is a big deal. If the American government wants to be this heavy-handed in their laws, I’m not sure the Canadian government is too far behind them, considering our current P.M. seems like one of those yappy obnoxious dogs that shakes in a purse which, in the case of this figure of speech, is carried by whichever president our southern neighbours elect. I’m sure you’re as surprised as I am that the American government could ever be too harsh! Because they have a such a history of level-headed behaviour. Just check out the Wikipedia article on- oh wait

Long live a free and uncensored Internet!

See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil

The last time we spoke
We were outside my house
Some near-autumn weekend
You looked ten years older than I.
I refused to believe the lines
Cares had dug into your forehead.
(too young to be so old and bruised)

As the world tugged your hand
With stained yellow fingers from smoking,
You sighed like a great gust of wind
(how dare I play the coward and stay silent)

And leaves shook free from the trees
To litter the ground around us.
(how foolish I was to think you might go)

You repeated that everything was fine;
You were just tired today, things have been
(awful gut-wrenching screams broken locks)

All right lately, nothing to worry about,
(how thin your wrists, how hollow your eyes!)

Been keeping busy at school and home.
(you are careful not to mention it)

Small-talk about my latest projects,
(fury bubbling up at my inaction)

And then you were gone, your shadow by your side
(frozen in place all over again)

As I forced a smile and waved good-bye.
(my throat corked closed against the words I must say)

© Bridget Noonan, 2011, 2012.

Three Wise Monkeys (or Penguins in this case)

On the one hand, I understand the idea behind the Three Wise Monkeys (or as my picture depicts, penguins, because penguins are just cuter)- if you see hear and speak no evil, you can’t be influenced by or spread evil. On the other hand, looking the other way out of some demented sense of propriety is ridiculous; you can’t just ignore wrongdoing and hope it goes away, you have to actually do something.
I feel strongly about this topic, maybe.

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Discovery


This is something I worked on a while ago. Just dug it out and dusted ‘er off, added and deleted a couple things. After my last couple depressing posts, I thought something a little more uplifting was in order.

Discovery

In the days before,
I thought as a child
I lived as a child
I burned as a child must do.

In the nights before,
I fought as a child
I wept as a child
I hid as a child must do.

A great mist has settled
A greying cat purring, nestled
Around the dying world of darkness
To shroud any way to wisdom,
Any knowledge through pain, to the true self.

The clouds are parting
A hand beckons, insistent and kind
The fog begins to melt away.
Artists must always know truth
Perhaps the night may end.

© Bridget Noonan, 2009, 2011.

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Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars


Well, this is no stranger than anything else I’ve posted this week. And I rather like it.

Inside the Mind, Beyond the Stars

The other night, I took a canoe trip
Through the Milky Way. My companions were
A Fox made of red flame, and a Spider’s laugh.
A journey with neither beginning nor end,
We paddled over shimmering green fields
Where deer leapt over clear waters, and
Wildflowers waved in our wake.
We travelled over great seas, the waters
Deep blue-black, a mirror of the sky.
A journey apart from time and space as I knew it;
I met an infinite variety of faces, and souls,
None of them strangers to my eye upon first meeting.
They live in me, and I in them, in that stream
Of brilliant stars. I could only stare in wonder
As parts of me danced in starlight, or ran
With the deer as I paddled ever onward.
The fox stood in the bow of my craft,
Eyes reflecting millions of points of light.
I steered past gates of silver and gold,
Entrances to hundreds of new worlds, and
I wondered where my destination could lie.
As soon as I thought it, the spider whispered
That I could go anywhere, be anything,
In this place. So I cast aside my paddle,
Launched out of my canoe, and soared
In the likeness of a bird. The fox smiled,
And with a flick of his tail winked out of my sight.
What rapture, flight! I spiralled up and out,
Earthbound no more, and knew in that moment
That I was in every thing, and in no thing;
In all points of light, and the enveloping darkness.

©¬†Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I’m working on a bout-rime right now; it’s not going as well as I had hoped. Dammit, what masochist decided that sonnets had to be so structured?

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