Showing posts with label pacifist poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pacifist poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, June 7, 2025

The Insistence of Protest is What We Have to Hand in the Hope of Bringing Immediate Change - for Gaza


Ariadne

 

So brief a mention in the accounts

of transition, your crown the party

god’s to hurl into heaven, a shining

example of whim and compassion.

 

As string or chalk mark the foundation’s

setting, and as a silvery thread guides

the hero out of the labyrinth,

your hopes are scattered or, worse,

 

formalized into a pattern. As world

decays, and strategy is starving

and bombing kids into submission,

all heritages become entangled.

Old positions /new inflections.

 

 

            John Kinsella

Sunday, May 12, 2024

Cease the Attacks on Rafah/Gaza

 

Cultivation

 

One of my students showed me the orchards

of her family deleted, the land rewritten.

And photos of the displaced and lost.

That was a year before the invasion

 

of Gaza and the erasure of trees

down to the splinters of stories.

The granaries broken, houses

split open, and now the last refuge

 

to be raised and offered as proof

of ‘resolve’. Buzzards, sparrow-

hawks, griffons... no longer raptors

but lost to the vanishing point.

 

Erosion is policy and endgame

its intonation. The Israeli military

is attempting to rewrite definitions

of suffering. To bulldoze lexicons.

 

Closing the crossing, harrying

the edges, compressing and dispersing

the soil until it is dust or slurry.

Cultivating a ruin whose fruit is death.

 

 

 

            John Kinsella

 

 

 

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Threnody

 Threnody

 

Each martial act shatters the desert owl’s

hold on the grace of night which has seeped

into day through rips in walls of sky,

through holes in the carpet of earth —

fractures of rock and pits of sand.

 

Each martial act undoes the baby’s

cry for milk, the silently feeding lips

which would continue into sleep;

and when shells lob as precise

as history it wakes before it dies.

 

Each martial act is enabled by the silence

of ‘learning’, the immanence of ‘making

a living’, an expression that falls as dead

prayers over distance, over the local.

The desert owl remembers differently.

The desert owl remembers the same.

 

 

            John Kinsella

Sunday, October 15, 2023

Poem Pleading for Peace in Israel and Palestine


Elegy

Cinnyris osea, who called you 
when the day died?
Palestinian sunbird, 
bird of aspiration.
Bird annihilated sheen 
of blue-green feather-film
foraging in dry air 
and we hear you under 
these conditions, an intense
yearning for an end 
to all violence between peoples. 
Co-existence
and curve-billed sampling
of flowers which are music,
which are conversations,
which love all people
more or less the same.
Cinnyris osea, who 
called you out of the sun
when the day died?
Palestinian sunbird, call peace
over Israel and Palestine,
out of the stones. Quickly. Please.


John Kinsella


Note: the Palestinian sunbird (beautiful bird) is the national bird of Palestine (the declaration goes: because it flies across borders to link Palestinian territories). It became the national bird in 2015 due to the Israeli authorities trying to remove 'Palestine' from its naming.

Sunday, August 6, 2023

Ceasefire Poem

 


For all those suffering from the effects of war. And in solidarity with pacifists/conscientious objectors/anti-war activists so often working under pressure from all 'sides'. It seems almost impossible for those involved in war to see that to oppose war is not to condone the wrongs and tyrannies of an invader or attacker. To hold a position of peace is to oppose all war. To be a pacifist is to believe there is no just position in using violence against violence, and that we need to work at every turn to bring dialogue and ultimately peace. Ceasefire is the only way. The dead are never victors. Freedom of speech is freedom to oppose war. To persecute peace activists is to make war on the very essence of justice itself. The lines above are simple and to the point. I hope they say something of what needs to be said. It seems obvious, but it's clearly not. 

    John Kinsella