Redflame ~ My Take

July 7, 2007

GETTING “CEREUS”

Filed under: Poetry, Politics, Social Issues — R. Dean Tribble @ 1:29 am

TODAY’S HAIKU:

When sleep takes over
Dreams appear.
Why are you not in them?

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July 5, 2007 Last evening, after watching the fireworks from the vantage of our hilltop, we came home to find our Night Blooming Cereus about to bloom. We called our neighbors over to share the event. The four of us stood around, almost holding our breath. First, the slender outer green petals began to peel away from the white bulb of the tightly compacted petals. We waited. Finally one white petal snapped out. Then another. Then so quick that if you had blinked, you would have missed it, the entire blosson snapped almost fully open, white, pure and glowing. We all gave a shout as if it was a game score. Two more blossoms opened in sequence in the same manner. We just sat there watching. Finally one neighbor remarked, “The beauty of seeing these open outdid all the fireworks I’ve seen tonight!”

NIGHT BLOOMING CEREUS

Out of heaven came this flower
So white, precisely petaled, so perfumed,
There is about it no aspect of earth
Though, by heaven’s consent, of earth it bloomed;

In deference to lesser forms it stays aloof
Of sunlit hours and keeps a secret tryst
With those of us who seek at dark
This beauty, this fragrance none can resist:

For early risers keen of mind at dawn
It lags behind the going away of night
Granting one more glimpse of fleeting grace
Before it folds and bows its head contrite.

From Blue Flame ~ Selected Poems
by R. Dean Tribble
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Let’s get political and talk about the Democrats. Just so you know where I’m coming from, I became old enough to vote for Franklin D. Roosevelt in his second term, and, with the exception of Dwight Eisenhoower, I have voted Democratic ever since. I think of myself as a moderate though I am by no means a locked-in-Democrat. If McCain had made it in his bid, I would have seriously considered him.

That said, perhaps you will allow me to express my disappointment with the Democratic members of Congress. They seem to be so busy being anti-Bush that they have not put forth any ideas pro-country. Surely they could see that Bush, for all his low-rating in the country, holds all the aces till end of his term, (short of impeachment). But what did they do? Push forward useless resolutions that got nowhere. It is my hope that now they will put their heads together and come up with real solutions to move this country forward.

Enough said. Dean

July 4, 2007

Independence Day

Filed under: Poetry, Social Issues — R. Dean Tribble @ 7:39 pm

Today’s Haiku:

Each day is special
Today more special
For being now.

July 4, 2007. It’s been 231 years since the fathers of our country met during hot, sultry days in July and signed the document that brought death and ruin to some but freedom and a glorious future for gnerations to come. They were truly men of courage. I am proud to call myself an American. And I am proud to mention an ancestor who served his country in the Revolutionary War. Allow me to salute him here:

TO ANDREW TRIBBLE
CHAPLAIN, CONTINENTAL ARMY

He was a man of the cloth who carried a gun,
That ancestor of mine, who marched
With the Continentals, prayed with
And for them, wrote their letters
Propped up their courage and prayed
Their souls into the after-life.

Tortured by doubts that are the mark
Of human frailty when that which we pray for
Seems forever to elude us, yet, like
The objects of his benedictions,

He kept on, Trenton, Morristown,
Brandywine, Germantown, Valley Forge–
How does one inspire the fighting spirit
Of a shivering soldier at that camp of despair,
Who leaves bloody footprints in the snow
And chews the bark of trees to ease his hunger?

In those days of fervor, praying for a loaf
Of bread was praying for victory,
A blessing on a newsprint to pad a worn boot
Was a plea for God’s help to smite the enemy.

When Cornwallis marched this soldiers out
With guns reversed onto that dusty Yorktown field,
Andrew’s faith , if ever it wavered, surely soared.
I would he could have known, as I know,
The vast portent of that day.

From Blue Flame, Selected Poems by R. Dean Tribble

God bless our country and all its people.

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