Day Five & Last photo of March

The photo above is the last that I took in March because bushboy asks for it, and in the poem, the murder of peace as it happens.

Another soul-stirring poem in the prompt today, Alfredo Aguilar’s “Palomar Mountain” from Waxwing. And let me add another cheerful one: “The Date (Notes to Self)” by Romana Iorga. It is from 2018 and written to a similar prompt that we had yesterday. What a difference a few years make. To me this poem is all that zest which we collectively don’t have any more.

Prompt 5: “I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature.” 

Well… God talks. That’s mythical enough for me. It really happened too, at least the first part.

Murder of peace

In 2014,
two (white) children
release two (white) doves 
while the Pope smiles on
from his Vatican window
and calls for the end of violence 
in the Ukraine.

Moments later
the doves are attacked
by a crow
and a seagull.

Enters God as a mythical entity:

“You two shall escape this time
but eight years pass
and it is another thing entirely.

Peace is murdered
by the crows of war.

Russia invades Ukraine
and goes straight for Chernobyl. 

Sean Penn shoots a documentary.

Russian novels and classical music
start raising eyebrows. 

In Slovenia, your friend’s punk rock band
is thrown out of their rehearsal space.

It’s a nuclear shelter.”

God thinks a little, 
snaps his fingers, 
and it’s 2022.

He goes on: 

“Remember that old graffiti?
It was so good.
How did it go…
Suppose they gave a war
and nobody remembers
the last

Bushboy’s Last on the Card rules are simple:

1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 31st March.
2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate.
3. You don’t have to have any explanations, just the photo will do.
4. Create a Pingback to this post or link in the comments.
5. Tag “The Last Photo”.

This is mine:

For Last on the card challenge hosted by bushboys world

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: 
Look here, dog.
Eyes crack open, you wash.
It’s starting to smell.
Wake up to my hand.
Click for more photos of this mural
2019: Misheard villanelle
“I’m a back door man
living in a land down under
where women glow and men plunder.
The men know but the little girls 
don’t understand.”

Read the full poem.

2020: Comes the time 
Comes the time when people heal by touch
and taste through skin
and my ikigai is finally found
as the Supreme Unifier of All Good.

Comes the time
when all fun is taken out of poetry,
but not quite yet.
Naked. True. Free. Fun. 

Read the full poem.

2021: One human reserve
I’m learning how it feels. They fence you in.
You live, run, breed, sleep and survive, while elsewhere



your species slows to less and less. They know
and tell you nothing. You feed. They want you fat.
Winds promise hunger. You study rabbits;
so naive. You bark hello to dog friend 
and he barks back. You haven’t met today.

Read on.

This day in my blogging history

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

30 thoughts on “Day Five & Last photo of March

  1. This is a wonderful poem and I am truly blessed to have it included with the Last on the Card Photo Challenge. I love the photo, so minimalist. Thanks for joining in Manja 🙂 🙂

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  2. Such juxtapositions in imagery and feeling. The humour and the terror and grief. That’s a powerful bit about the band getting kicked out of their basement practice space because it makes too good a nuclear shelter. Reading your opening stanza, I also can’t help but think about the Indigenous delegation from Canada that’s been at the Vatican seeking an apology for the genocidal violence of residential schools (which the Pope finally just made) and the meaning of the apology and how hard-won it is and also the limited nature of what it can achieve.

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    1. Thank you most kindly for your thoughtful comment, Alana. A poet friend who reads my daily poems suggested that I throw out the bit about the shelter. And I went NOOOOOO! The thing is that it truly is a nuclear shelter, built as such. It was just idle all these years. (They are an old band.) Limited nature is right, and still it carries a weight.

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  3. Thank you for your poem and your post, Manja. I have difficulties in letting go of my thoughts of the war. Who can not think about what is happening? You use poetry to mend. And your mind is a multicoloured flower. ♥

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    1. Thank you kindly, Sunra Nina! I admit that I googled “crow + dove” just because they were in my last March photo and I wanted to post it. It was then that I found this incredible news about two birds attacking the dove of peace that were released for the Ukraine in 2014!! Amazing! In that other photo are the neighbour’s geese. I called them Geese of the Apocalypse. They went from 4, 3, 2, 1 and you can guess it, 0 right now. The time has come.

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  4. Your poem captures so many powerful ideas and painful contrasts. Of all the heartbreak, right now I’m thinking of your friends in the band (were they they ones you featured once for a competition?),

    To me, they represent art being swept away by fear. And yet I believe — and your poetry and photography prove — that art will prevail. May the day come when no one shows up for war because they’re all busy with art and love.

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    1. Beautiful sentiment, Carol Ann. I had to look back to remember which competition you mean and realised you must mean Eurovision Song Contest. 🙂 No, it’s not that band. Those I don’t know personally. It’s true, fear prevails, and they are milking it, since parliamentary elections are coming up in Slovenia on the 24th. To art and love, always.

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