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This week I have two poems. The first is a circle of life poem, called In Kind. It reviews the relationship between the old and the one's dependence on the other. It reminds me a bit of the old drawings of the new year as a baby and the old year as a wizened old man, hobbling on a cane. Out with the old, in with the new, as they say.

My second poem is called Remember, and it calls to mind the events the US has survived, and how they made us feel.

Instead of "survive," I prefer the German word--ueberleben-to live over, or live past. It's basically the translation of the old French sur (on top of) or Latin super, and Latin vivere (to live).

Makes you think of being in a flood, and somehow managing to crawl atop a piece of wood, thereby saving your life.

This week, the President of Ukraine, Volodomir Zalenskyy, came via a giant TV screen to the US Congress. His address was very moving, and I have tried to capture some of the sense of it, in quatrains.

Like Ukraine, we have had to respond to threats to our very existence before. We have also responded--or chosen not to respond--to the plight of others in that same predicament. I wonder what will happen this time?

I hope your lives are relatively quiet compared to all that is going on in Ukraine. I am very busy, myself, with the task of clearing out years of stuff. It will all be worth it in the end, but no one needs added stress right now.

I am just happy COVID is giving us a small break at the moment. Florida is finally classified as yellow on my favorite Covid app, and a county near us actually had zero Covid cases last week. Those statistics are a sight for sore eyes. But now, wouldn't you know it, everyone is coming down with allergies, strep and the flu.

I also just heard the VP's Second Husband has come down with COVID. Let it be a light and gentle version of that bug! Poor China, too, is having a rough time of it, right about now.

Happy St Pat's day if you celebrate. Having a son with autism means I celebrate ALL the holidays. But no special edition this week. I can recommend a poem that I wrote on St Patty's Day 2020, just as COVID was coming online: Saints Day. I have placed it at the top of the roll of posts below.

Sorry that the writing has been sparse lately, but I hope to spend more time on it when the Spring Cleaning is done.

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Have a great week!

Andrea

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Saints Day

{I publish this on Saint Patrick's Day, March 17th. This is a day celebrated throughout the US, with great festivities, parades, carousing, and toasting, by those descended from Irish immigrants, and also by those who just love to carouse. The holiday this year seems, by contrast, more somber. Parades have been cancelled, bars and restaurants, closed to large gatherings, …

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A bunch of white azaleas and purple and yellow irises against a girl's black camisole. Copyright Andrea LeDew

In Kind

A rather overpixelated shot of storks nesting in a tree at the zoo. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This is a circle of life poem, in which a baby plays the usher at a funeral, and takes the dearly departed's place among the living.

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Remember

A flower, pinched by frost, striving to reach the sky. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem derives from the virtual speech given today, March 16, 2022, before the US Congress, by Ukraine's President Zalenskyy. As of the time of this poem, Russia under Putin was persisting in its brutal attempt to take over the Ukraine by force. Ukraine's leader eloquently and forcefully put the case, that it is time for the West and specifically …

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Our Selves

Dying roses in an arrangement on a mantelpiece. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem considers the dichotomy of mind and body and how essential each is to our connection with others.

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Conceivably

The surface of a body of still water, with weeds in the shallows and the sun's reflection bisecting it. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem describes the all-too-human urge to leave it all behind, even when we know that what we've got is pretty special.

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Worthy

A bouquet in blue and white on a brick fireplace mantel. Bouquet by Madelaine LeDew. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem is about sudden changes in fortune or status, and how people react to them, in an attempt to prove themselves worthy.

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