On the Fringe

2-Strawberry Moon

ON THE FRINGE

living on the fringe
while animals and plants die
stewardship dies too

I’m a person of questions, and wish I had
some solutions other than what I have.
Where is our collective ethos getting us, these days?

#climatereality

GENERATIONAL ANXIETY

Stranger in Doorway

For a Sunrise Child

Who are you child?
Who do you follow?
What do you know?
You’re not on drugs, are you?
What’s your anxiety?

I know it seems
nobody’s doing anything
to love your world,
the environment,
the constant devaluing,
the Twitterisms,
the compulsive materialism.

It seems all around.
There’s no coherence,
it seems.

There’s this feeling
of detachment,
of so much suffering,
of abandonment
local or worldwide.

Nurture your mind,
Nurture your heart,
Nurture your soul.
BE WHO YOU ARE,
and I Love You.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

EARTH PLEDGE

Earth in Space3

I pledge allegiance to the Earth
And all its sacred parts,
Its water, land, and living things
And all its human hearts.

I pledge allegiance to all life
And promise I shall care
To love and share all its gifts
With people everywhere.

Anonymous

EVENING DUSK

Raven

Walking downtown at dusk
in the pedestrian silence,
except for the monotonous beat and hum
of a traffic signal.

Across the street
there are old restored buildings,
looking empty inside,
though maybe full
of crafted clay mannequins
from an enterprising sculptor.

Occasional real passers by
stare at their hand held devices
or listen to perfected music
on their headphones.

Have these devices
in the shadows
like a stealthy thief
stolen our imagination,
our capacity to hum or whistle
our own song,
experience surrounding nature,
the feeling of the wind, or
the colors of the sunset?

Are they like Poe’s Raven
knocking at the chamber
of your heart,
seeking admittance?

Don’t admit them.
Be aware!

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

HOME IS WHERE MY BEING IS

Beside Still Water

Oh, you’re a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday
Now it’s my turn to say
and I say, “You’re a holiday.”
—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

VAN GOGH’S THOUGHTFUL SPOT

thoughtful-spot

The plaque explained that Van Gogh would go daily and sit by a fountain in the middle of town, his Thoughtful Spot, to sketch people as they walked by.

I looked back at his paintings around the room with new appreciation. He had the ability to paint like Rembrandt, but that was not the art that poured from his soul.

Each day he sat in his Thoughtful Spot watching people, sketched hands, and dreamed. Then he returned to his studio and chose to fill the canvas with extravagant beauty.

All writers need a Thoughtful Spot to sit, ponder, and soak in the world around us. Where’s yours?

 

HEART FULL

Small Purple Flowers2

Someone I cared for

gone now away

colors my day

when I feel this way.

 

Somebody I knew,

together we walked,

together we grew (old)

together we talked.

Now, there’s this pain

I won’t see her again.

Thinking today,

She’s gone, now, away.

Feeling her faults

was easy to do,

yet I saw her good

and my heart understood.

Where did she go?

Someone may know,

(God only knows)

but she’s not here

except in my heart.

Here in my heart.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

Earthday Reusables

Frenchs Test

EARTHDAY REUSABLES

What if somebody
opened a market called
EARTHDAY REUSABLES,
and people brought in
different crafted items
from their everyday throwaways.

They could say,
“I made one small step
for the environment,
and created
something practical, and
something of beauty.”

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

ALL LIFE’S TREASURES

Portrait-with good hat

ALL LIFE’S TREASURES

I have lived through
many changes and experiences.
I have died a death to move on
I have been in fullness.
I have lived through emptiness
and darkness.

I have expressed love
I have loved
I have been loved

Life inside and outside
continues to unfold in Mystery.

I can be in this still point
in this space between
this unfolding future,
and these receding memories
and pasts in the mirror.

I can be grateful
for all Life’s learnings,
for all Life’s challenges,
for all Life’s treasures.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY