Forever Under Construction

SomEwhere …

Posted in Poetry by homeyra on April 19, 2008

… in a kindergarten

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Not all that great

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  1. Linda said, on April 19, 2008 at 4:00 pm

    My daughter was 6 years old and had just started the 1st grade on 9/11. In the months following 9/11, her dad and I tried to explain what had happened that day, in a way that a 6-year-old could relate to productively. (We don’t have a T.V., so she was never subjected to those videotapes playing over and over and over again of the planes flying into those buildings.)

    She ended up making a huge butcher block paper flag that was a juxtaposition of the U.S. and Afghani flags, which she hung in her bedroom well into the 2nd grade.

    Our children are more in touch with truth and goodness than the vast majority of adults ever can be. And our poets and other artists who manage to stay in touch with that “childish” part of themselves are treasures.

    Even today, when I explain to her what the U.S. is doing in the Middle East and why, she can understand how totally unproductive, destructive, and lacking in imagination to do good in the face of not-so-good the whole fiasco is.

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  2. 99 said, on April 19, 2008 at 6:51 pm

    S-o-m-E-w-h-e-r-e… 😛

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  3. Ann said, on April 19, 2008 at 9:29 pm

    A really lovely, wise quote.

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  4. homeyra said, on April 20, 2008 at 11:47 pm

    Thanks for sharing this Linda. Your daughter is our hope.
    Corrected 99 and thanks!
    Hafez’ miracle brought you Ann back to the blogosphere 🙂

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  5. 99 said, on April 21, 2008 at 7:50 am

    😆 Homie-banoo, did I ever tell you I love you?

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  6. homeyra said, on April 21, 2008 at 9:42 am

    Big big smile 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  7. Pagan Sphinx said, on April 26, 2008 at 4:13 pm

    Aaaaaaah, but this is lovely. The bright, happy colors, the children, the simple wisdom of the words.

    How can the men in power not recognize the sacredness and beauty of every individual and every blade of grass? Why is it so easy for some of us to understand what’s important and for others to desecrate it?

    Thank you for the beautiful message.
    Peace,
    Pagan

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  8. homeyra said, on April 27, 2008 at 9:02 am

    Good question, there must be a good answer to it 🙂
    Y’re wc 🙂

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  9. honestpoet said, on April 30, 2008 at 7:46 pm

    Between Hafiz and Whitman, how has Love not been heard between here and there by now?

    People should listen more to the news that poets announce. But alas, they’d rather watch Fox and Al Jazeera.

    Thanks for posting this picture, Homeyra. Hope all’s well with you & your world.

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  10. homeyra said, on May 1, 2008 at 4:46 pm

    Thanks for you comment Honestpoet. Good question, why aren’t we able to be sensitive as a collectivity?
    I read Majutsu’s last post, I am also more attracted to true stories, but Hafez meeting Whitman, that would be a worthy science-fiction.

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  11. honestpoet said, on May 1, 2008 at 8:45 pm

    Indeed! And I’m sure they’d get along. I remember hearing from a professor that the clerics of disparate religions never get along, but the mystics always seem to, somehow…

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