Writing Through Hard Times
Each month, the Denver VOICE publishes a selection of writing from workshops sponsored by Lighthouse Writers Workshop. The Hard Times Writing Workshop is a collaboration between Denver Public Library and Lighthouse Writers Workshop. This workshop is open to all members of the public—especially those experiencing homelessness. Hard Times meets every Tuesday from 3-5 p.m. on the fourth floor of DPL’s Central branch. The Lighthouse sponsored workshop at The Gathering Place is specifically for that organization’s clients.
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Fran Ford
Condolences
Some say grieve briefly,
as if for a trivial, common thread
untimely caught, torn off the bolt.
To them, toss is same as mend.
My definition: loss is loss.
My life’s fabric I have woven
from the rarest threads I’ve found,
no two alike, some plain disparate,
but none entirely separate.
A whole cloth is one
where a thread cannot fray, a small tear appear,
without integral, enduring damage.
There’s no repair. The whole unravels
as each comfortable, quick thread passes,
gone, its good fit, all its warmth,
through sharp shears. By such threads
all in which I wrap myself depends.
Finally, death will slip a heavy shroud on me,
but not before stripping me naked of others,
even if death is decent.
Selfishly, I hope your tough, bright thread,
glinting its length through my own gaudy duds,
warms me to my tattered last.
I’d feel the blades first,
not shiver as I go.
Freddy Bosco
Las Vegas (Revisited)
In the wake
of the recent Las Vegas Massacre,
we who are conscious
and conscientious and can still
feel love for our brothers and sisters
must declare our resolve
not to allow rage and depression
to swallow us.
Our “strange granite planet”
is already presenting us
with horrific natural challenges,
which is why we, as humans,
must support one another
in celebrating the gift of life
even when there are those
who would eradicate
our species.
R. I. Pattermoore
On the Wings of an Eagle
Open spaces, open skies
The majestic bird takes wing
Into the purple haze of an evening sky
The eagle glides into the darkening sky,
Propelling to the future
Into Heavenly light
I want to be like an eagle
Fly into the beautiful night sky
Without a care in the world
Flying into heaven, into life
I want to fly on the wings of an eagle
Opening my horizons, freeing my mind
Digesting true value, true sight
I want to feel free, gliding on the wings of an eagle
Seeing the wonders, investigating the décor
Spying the beautiful Christmas trees in New Zealand
Looking in upon the frosted pub
Watching humans drinks a beer
Casually gliding can mean lightness and freedom
While at the same time can be slavery and fright
I want to fly on the wings of an eagle
And maybe have a little fun
Fly on the wings of an eagle
Living life to the fullest
Open spaces, open skies
In loving interest, coming soon
Eagle by day, majestic creature by night
Flying on the wings of an eagle
Triumphant at last
True call, perfect life
Eagle of peace and tranquility
Forever may the heart beat
Fly on the wings of an eagle
Triumphant at last