Today we danced through a lesson on poetry and art, selecting a particular piece for evaluation and letting our dreams fill in the blanks that the artist left behind. I chose "Dust Bowl" by Alexandre Hogue because it grabbed my attention the day before while we were walking through the galleries. I've just finished reading "The Laramie Project" about the murder of Matthew Shepard and Hogue's broken bardbed fence surrounded by this desolate landscape seemed like an illustration straight from the play. After putting ourselves into the scenes we selected, we were asked to take something meaningful back out with us ... in the form of a poem.
ambitious illusions of unnatural grandeur
covered yet again by the inevitable sands of time
washed like dry waves across an ancient face
to clean away the delicate piles of dead skin
the unintentional blemishes, the intentional scars
and while the wind sings its rain song
of broken hearts and fruitless labour
and the sun closes her tired eyes to mourn another future buried by itself
mountains to molehills when dreams become dust
in the desert of our days
no more echoes to reinforce the lies we tell ourselves
only the space we once filled
now a screaming silence letting us know
that this war will never end ... and you will never win
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