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Emerging Poets Southeast Region

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Bleeding Ink 1227

“Let us not despair but act. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past – let us accept our own responsibility for the future.”

JFK, February 18, 1958

It has been said, that after JFK’s assassination, His brother Bobby was so grief stricken, he took to wearing JFK’s presidential jacket. Often disappearing from the crowded house for long walks around the property alone…coming back smiling…

but the light had gone out…

How do you write what’s never been written before?

what do you say?

I wonder what the world would be like today, if those shots had never been fired?

Maybe these two brothers saw a world no one else wanted to see…

After Bobby was shot

The first thing he said was

“Is everyone ok? Is everyone ok?”

How do we get back to that?

JFK, was wracked with illness and not only war scars but pain every day.

But most of the time no one would have even known.

It’s been said that had he lived, he would have most likely been victim to his illness anyhow.

The world turns and the shadows fall closer to the property lines and the boundaries we’ve made…

The voices echo in the background like static from the past…

Only now, today, we don’t have static, do we? We have streaming,

But the ghosts remains

Like a blood stained flag

In the background

Whether our eyes can comprehend it or not.

What was it like?

Those mornings…

Striving to the future. A better future for everyone.

We like to believe we won’t be touched by the darkness.

But the darkness remains…

Oh that we would remain

With courage and kindness

With the ability to reach out a hand

And take those steps forward

Seeking to leave

A better future

A better tomorrow

For our children…

How do you write what’s never been written?

I imagine you probably can’t

It’s a grief that can’t be written

Those shots fired

The days following

And turning into months

Years

But the ghosts remain

In the background

But so does the courage

And the vision

The kindness

And the ability to dream dreams.

I know we are not perfect and mistakes are always made…

But there is still a room for goodness and even with our faults, we can always reflect the best of ourselves

Our communities and our country.

-Ethan Bethune

Regardingsamuel.com

Starlight

All the flowers grow

At night

And

The roots

Grow deep

And we are not saints

The dust doesn’t just stick

To our shoes

In the morning light

It’s behind our eyes

It’s in our lungs

And we have the cough to prove

Maybe I’m not a poet

But I see you across the room

Hair fire red

tougher than the rest

A fast machine

When the lights go out

The moon in your eyes

Giving the wolves

A reason to scream

You’ll make me believe –

But that’s not why I’m here

Because 6 out of ten nights

I just want to be close to you

And I’ll walk the line

This isn’t us against the world

You’re the only world I’ll ever need

As long as you love me

I’d walk with you

Every night

And we would wait as the gardens grow

And the earth is reborn

-regardingsamuel.com

Photo origin – Ethan Bethune

Bleeding Ink #1206

Three hundred thousand miles

And the meter runs …

Dust on your shoes

The dreams

Inside

You’re building –

The weight

You carry –

This old house

Gets so worn down

It’s morning

&

You feel

You’re already

Out of time –

Feel the weight on your

Shoulders

Feel the darkness cloud the sky

A hundred days of rain

And it’s alright –

-regardingsamuel.com

Image origin unknown

Bleeding Ink #1,180

There in the Christmas lights

Under that cold night

He understood

How rare a thing

like Love was .

He understood,

How brief

Life truly was…

Maybe it was as fast as an autumn in Alabama

And maybe most people’s lives were like a leaf in the wind

There and then cast away somewhere

Who knows where?

Unnoticed

And

Yet most people

It seemed

Lived a quiet torture

A held breath

And they carried so much weight

Like someone

Who really wanted a cigarette after sex

And another who couldn’t even remember much less care

When the last time

They didn’t sleep alone was

People seemed to live

And

Vanish

And get replaced

By another body –

And he understood

How rare

It was –

To be happy

And to be healthy

And

In love

-regardingsamuel.com

Black Weather Sunshine

Tie your caution up

Hand it over to your nightmare

The one where they

never hear you scream

you can always find

The full moon

Behind her eyes

Like the black weather sunshine

daughter of the devil

The mark on the inside of her thigh

And you could leave

Leave this world

While you were inside

Should I be here?

We would’ve found

Each other

Even if we reached

From the outside

Escape, the sameness,

Even on the coldest nights

She’s blue flame

In my veins

Tongue tied

between her thighs

-regardingsamuel.com