Maggie your boundless talent seems endless, a gift only the Divine promises, A will inspired by trauma and imbued with intelligence and dedication and the promise life offers to each and every one of use, but far few nurture.
This poem brought me to tears Maggie, because it invoked the resident fallout that festers from those years and seems somehow fictitious now. So far removed from the experience I'm supposed to be having now, that I think it must have been a dream, I mean a nightmare. One I should wake and pray I do.
It seems to overshadow even the brightest moments that life’s’ attempts to present to me, in the form of the gifts of the day. They fail to break through the powerful but fleeting fear of its life sucking eternal shadow. Barely here, intangible but it is long and dark shadow, made worse by the fact that many seem to have no memory of the facts.
The struggle is real and your words reinforce that which I know was true but seems false today. For how does one move from there to the promise of here ? The mirage that this new presented reality that attempts to overshadow the dreaded ghost that inhabits the current moments attempts to distract and erase the unbelievable terror of that era
Let us never forget, but find within us the faith to integrate that period with the promise of today in spite of Bill C293 and its powerful attempt to prepare us for much worse.
Thank you for your work Maggie, Canada needs your vision even if we are being lulled into believing it is over.
Wow! Words of true worth, may we never forgot that moment in time! And HOPE that Canadians continue to push back against the tyranny that threatens to devour us.
I wish I could edit my earlier post....so many mistakes ! Sometimes I get so involved with the topic I don't have the patiene to re-read it. This time I did.
EDITED COMMENT :
A poet too!
Maggie your boundless talent seems endless, a gift only the Divine promises. A will inspired by trauma no doubt and imbued with intelligence, dedication and the promise life offers to each and every one of us, but far few nurture and share.
I remember the story recounted about the swirling papers in the wind that fateful day in Ottawa, I’ll never forget it.
This poem brought me to tears Maggie, because it invoked the resident fallout that festers in me from those treasonous years that seem fictitious now, like a poorly written novel. So very far removed from the experience that I am supposed to be having now, concocted in part, by a media that does not care to present unbiased reporting and a trauma that won’t dissolve, even with prayer.
Some days, I think it must have been a dream, I mean a nightmare the whole thing, one I should wake up from and pray I do soon, before my social circle shrinks even further.
This trauma seems to overshadow even the brightest moments of life, as it naturally attempts to present to me anything but hope and faith. Life now fails to break through the powerful but fleeting fear of traumas eternal shadow. Always here, somewhat intangible but its dangerous long and dark shadow, made worse by the fact that many seem to have no memory of it whatsoever. Did it really happen ? Where are the studies, the focus groups the investigations, the trials ?.
The struggle is real and your words reinforced that which I know was true but seems false today. For how does one move from there to here ? The mirage that the media presents today, while attempting to rewrite actual news and melt away the powerfully dreaded ghost I call trauma, only adds to it. The corruption is unmistakeably real and the effects are destroying what was left of the Canada I once knew.
It is theatre.
I can detect bullshit now, it is my new super power. My naivety died in 2020 and gave birth to the new me, the terrorized me.
Let us never forget, but try find within us the faith to integrate that period with the promise of today in spite of Bill C293 and its powerful attempt to prepare us for much worse to come.
A poet too!
Maggie your boundless talent seems endless, a gift only the Divine promises, A will inspired by trauma and imbued with intelligence and dedication and the promise life offers to each and every one of use, but far few nurture.
This poem brought me to tears Maggie, because it invoked the resident fallout that festers from those years and seems somehow fictitious now. So far removed from the experience I'm supposed to be having now, that I think it must have been a dream, I mean a nightmare. One I should wake and pray I do.
It seems to overshadow even the brightest moments that life’s’ attempts to present to me, in the form of the gifts of the day. They fail to break through the powerful but fleeting fear of its life sucking eternal shadow. Barely here, intangible but it is long and dark shadow, made worse by the fact that many seem to have no memory of the facts.
The struggle is real and your words reinforce that which I know was true but seems false today. For how does one move from there to the promise of here ? The mirage that this new presented reality that attempts to overshadow the dreaded ghost that inhabits the current moments attempts to distract and erase the unbelievable terror of that era
Let us never forget, but find within us the faith to integrate that period with the promise of today in spite of Bill C293 and its powerful attempt to prepare us for much worse.
Thank you for your work Maggie, Canada needs your vision even if we are being lulled into believing it is over.
A beautiful poem that I can relate to Its just what we need in South Africa
Wow! Words of true worth, may we never forgot that moment in time! And HOPE that Canadians continue to push back against the tyranny that threatens to devour us.
I wish I could edit my earlier post....so many mistakes ! Sometimes I get so involved with the topic I don't have the patiene to re-read it. This time I did.
EDITED COMMENT :
A poet too!
Maggie your boundless talent seems endless, a gift only the Divine promises. A will inspired by trauma no doubt and imbued with intelligence, dedication and the promise life offers to each and every one of us, but far few nurture and share.
I remember the story recounted about the swirling papers in the wind that fateful day in Ottawa, I’ll never forget it.
This poem brought me to tears Maggie, because it invoked the resident fallout that festers in me from those treasonous years that seem fictitious now, like a poorly written novel. So very far removed from the experience that I am supposed to be having now, concocted in part, by a media that does not care to present unbiased reporting and a trauma that won’t dissolve, even with prayer.
Some days, I think it must have been a dream, I mean a nightmare the whole thing, one I should wake up from and pray I do soon, before my social circle shrinks even further.
This trauma seems to overshadow even the brightest moments of life, as it naturally attempts to present to me anything but hope and faith. Life now fails to break through the powerful but fleeting fear of traumas eternal shadow. Always here, somewhat intangible but its dangerous long and dark shadow, made worse by the fact that many seem to have no memory of it whatsoever. Did it really happen ? Where are the studies, the focus groups the investigations, the trials ?.
The struggle is real and your words reinforced that which I know was true but seems false today. For how does one move from there to here ? The mirage that the media presents today, while attempting to rewrite actual news and melt away the powerfully dreaded ghost I call trauma, only adds to it. The corruption is unmistakeably real and the effects are destroying what was left of the Canada I once knew.
It is theatre.
I can detect bullshit now, it is my new super power. My naivety died in 2020 and gave birth to the new me, the terrorized me.
Let us never forget, but try find within us the faith to integrate that period with the promise of today in spite of Bill C293 and its powerful attempt to prepare us for much worse to come.
JOHN BROWN HOPE TAIT..... THAT IS AMAZING MAGGIE. HOPE IS THE NIDDLE NAME
Keep up ypur stregth and dedication.
Absolutely Beautiful Maggie* Thank you!! oxo
What a beautiful and meaningful poem. You couldn't say it any better for me.
Love it!! 🙌✨🙏🏻