Partly Cloudy Skies, June 2025.
There might still be rainbows and festive parades
a sun-soaked few seconds
when different feels safe to celebrate
glitter bomb moments on platform heels
hope and spirit meant to sustain.
Shadows, though, seem near
as bright skies fade
harboring a much too familiar fear
freshly added patterns in pink and pale blue
left to smolder, fizzle, shrink back with sear.
And in case assassination wasn’t enough
Milk’s name is ordered to disappear.
Yet, I dare say that even with storm clouds above
that ship will sparkle brightly this June.
It must.
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Powerful poem.
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And in case assassination wasn’t enough
Milk’s name is ordered to disappear.
Love the hope in the last two.
always gotta have hope. Thank you Pam!
Love the urgency of joy communicated in this poem! I feel like “milk’s name” is maybe a pop culture reference that I just don’t get, but I still like how it sounds in my brain when I read it.
Thanks Austen! No worries. It’s actually a reference to the politician Harvey Milk–there’s been news lately that they are trying to rename a Navy ship that was named to honor him.
Bittersweet, but ultimately a call to give hope and courage.
Renaming that ship is such a slap in the face. (I think Hegseth is secretly gay. “He protesteth too much.” 😉 ) Just as the Gulf remains “of Mexico,” Harvey’s name won’t shake lose of that ship.
Nice Job!