A lavish spray of floral fireworks
What prompted this poem: The many troubles USA is recently and currently embroiled in. It's my perception that certain elements which make up a healthy society are dying, and some are dead. Our Statue of Liberty is of course a gowned lady...like a bride. Also, bride (hope, future, optimism) versus death is naturally a stark (and primal?) contrast. This poem also enabled me to express a love of classical beauty while being mindful that "real life isn't so pretty."
A very recent interest in Buddhist art and architecture led me from China and Japan to Southeast Asia, of which I find that of Laos and Myanmar the most beautiful/compelling. On August 28, a fellow on Twitter directed my attention to ethnic conflict in Myanmar (I'd previously seen rare headlines). Included were photos of murdered children, purportedly Rohingya (Muslim minority) killed by rogue Buddhists. I have no proof in any regard of victim ethnicity or location; however, those photos were real, including a young (aged 7?) girl's face above a water line, which prompted this poem. Though I'm not religious, I'm a humanist who is attracted to Buddhism. The possibility of rogue Buddhists killing children touched a deeper nerve.
- Cindy Bartek-Medina
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