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                                        Ru Otto   

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The Need for Renewal

Posted on August 27, 2016 at 12:00 AM Comments comments (9)

The Need for Renewal

 

It didn’t used to be

So difficult.

 

At 30, renewal was everywhere,

Like women marching in the streets,

Taking Back the Night,

Taking back their bodies,

Taking back their souls,

Shave your head, pick up a sign,

Will yourself safe in the dark.

 

If only for a night,

We knew in that short

Emboldened parentheses of our daily lives,

That we were surrounded and lifted up

By hundreds of sisters,

The Army of Lovers that could not fail –

And didn’t really fail,

But seemed to fade away,

As we acquired our own singular bravery,

We no longer needed each other,

Or thought we didn’t, anyway.

 

And now, Daughters and Grandaughters

Spangled with metal piercings and graffitied with tattoos,

Leather-clad and rainbow-haired

Go fearlessly into the streets.

They have no need to “come out”

They were born out.

 

The old paradigm has shifted,

And we, the once young, bright, system crashing First Wave

Have sunk back into the homogeneous warm sea of humanity

That brought us so alive at their age.

 

I know what I know,

And my tired back was a bridge

For this generation of women.

Might they not at least

give us credit for suffering the first blows as

we sought justice and equality for our female-centric ways?

 

No, it’s not the way of a revolution,

And besides,

Too much looking back

While traveling at this rate of speed

Can cause accidents.

 

But must I content myself with living in the shadow

Of a lesbian nation I helped to create?

Must I allow myself to be cast

Into the pile of elders and crones

Whose stride is no longer strong,

Whose voices are no longer relevant?

 

 

 

 

I think not!

I am old, but I have lived the truth of this revolution,

And I will not be silenced

By either apathy or disappointment.

 

I am tired,

But I still have the strength to vote “The Woman Card”

And bring this patriarchy to its knees.

 

I am no longer young,

Dew-kissed and lovely,

But I will continue to model a life

Of value and valor

As a Grandmother and Wisdom Keeper to

The next wave of empowered women,

And to the wave after that,

Until I finally slip beneath

The restless currents of human consciousness

To my own deep and satisfying final resting,

Until the next time, anyway.

 

Fare Thee Well

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 3:05 PM Comments comments (0)




FARE THEE WELL

 

Blue eyes looking into brown

Goodbye again, farewell.

We part again,

To meet again,

And part again, somewhere.

The classic dance continues,

Of point and counterpoint,

As rhythmic and slow,

As all the years that flow,

Within,

And far beyond

Our separate lives.

 

Ain't Nothin' Free

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 3:05 PM Comments comments (0)




AIN’T NOTHIN’ FREE

 

The Narrows Bridge in Tacoma

Fucked me with her beauty.

Long limbed lovely

Stretched out before me,

A surprise on this slate-ugly day.

Rain stung my eyes

As I slid into her waiting arms.

I thought the click of the police camera

Was a wink from God,

And I sailed,

Mouth ajar with joy

Across ruffled amber waters.

Days later

The bill came in the mail,

Long since my ardor had cooled.

 

I didn't know she was a working girl

 

Family Line

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 3:05 PM Comments comments (0)




FAMILY LINE

 

I was tired of sitting

At the head of the table,

Presiding over empty chairs

And abandoned toys.

The armoire against the far wall

My only companion,

Unadorned doors of mahogany,

Gleaming darkly and closed tight,

Secrets stored elegantly

In an otherwise impoverished room.

My Thursdays were special

Because of her,

But it was already seven

And she had not come.

Suffused with angst

I searched the crowded drawers

Looking for her number,

Any number,

I needed someone to come for me.

The lethargy of my illness

Was drawing me down,

I soon became heavy with inertia.

I went to the patio to look

A breath of air,

And I saw that my family

Was all gathered there,

A rose tinted portrait

Of three generations

Sitting serene in a line of lawn chairs,

A solid but cheerful

Line of lawn chairs.

 

 

 

October Rains - A Good Day to Die

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 3:00 PM Comments comments (0)


 

October Rains; A Good Death

 

I fall asleep to rain in October.

The windswept raindrops pelt my windows and roof

They sooth me and I sleep hard

Like a winter bear dreaming-in the great migration of salmon.

Those hook nosed behemoths who circle and wait in the fringes of our rocky coast

For just this moment of autumn deluge,

Memory and sex driving them relentlessly

To search the flooding streambeds,

Nosing for the scent of home and safety.

For lodged in each reptilian brain lies a instinctual map to their spawning grounds,

The perfect place to drop their chromosomal package

And hurl themselves into the future.

 

King of Fish, benevolent gift of providence,

They fling themselves forward,

Plunging upstream,

Scraped and bruised by rock and gravel,

Until, in a final act of piscine ecstasy,

Expelling sperm and eggs over rock studded runnels,

And gasping,

They die in droves,

Covering the streambeds for miles with the stench

Of life and death.

 

And so, growling and frisking,

The bears feast with coyote and wolves, eagle and crow.

Every living creature sharing in this bounty of flesh

Sharp teeth crunch bone,

Tongues loll in loose lipped pleasure,

No appetite goes unsated,

Even the rooting mouths of the great Pacific Rainforests,

and taproots soak up nature’s bone meal and spoor soup,

As the rains continue,

Pressure washing the dust of late summer

From needles and cones

And the giants sigh a long satisfied breath

And the rains continue,

Enveloping the world in a mist that cleanses and permeates

To the very heart of the land.

We wooded creatures purr and circle soft beds in dark dens,

Welcoming the short winter days of silver shadows,

And sweet, dreamless sleep.

 

 

 


The Need for Renewal

Posted on April 29, 2015 at 2:55 PM Comments comments (0)




The Need for Renewal


It didn’t used to be so difficult.

At 30, renewal was everywhere,

Like women marching in the streets,

Taking Back the Night,

Taking back their bodies,

Taking back their souls,

Shave your head, pick up a sign,

Pretend you are safe in the dark,

If only for a night, we knew in that short

Emboldened parentheses of our daily lives

That we were surrounded and lifted up

By hundreds of sisters,

The Army of Lovers that could not fail – but

Didn’t fail, but seem to fade away

As we acquired our own singular bravery.

And now, Daughters,

Spangled with metal piercings and graffitied with tattoos,

Leather-clad and rainbow-haired

Go fearlessly into the streets.

They have no need to “come out”

They were born out.

The old paradigm has shifted,

And we, the bright, young, system crashing First Wave

Have sunk back into the homogeneous warm sea of humanity

That brought us so alive at their age.

I know what I know and my tired back was a bridge

For this generation of women.

Might they not at least give us credit for warding off the first blows

As we sought justice and equality for our sex?

No, it’s not the way of a revolution,

Looking back can cause accidents,

Especially traveling at this speed.


Ru Otto 2015