Friday, December 21, 2012

The World Did Not End

I am sorry the world did not end or at the very least shudder in its orbit. It seems we have gained nothing from a one-in-26,000-year event. The world continues as it is, with all its man-wrought flaws. I grieve for us.

Lament in the Wake of a Non-Event
By Ann Wilmer-Lasky
 
The end of the world came
And went,
And nothing happened.
The world still wobbles
In its orbit,
Revealing the sun and
The moon in turn,
Reigning feast or famine
On the just and unjust
With equal fervor,
Granting life or death
With equal magnanimity,
The promise of a new world,
Or its end, yet unfulfilled.
I am saddened that no
Fierce hand reached from
The heavens to form a fist
In defiance of our injustices,
Nor offered an open hand
In support of kindness done.
In short, if the earth
Had shaken in its orbit,
We would be better off;
At least some would have
Heeded the warning.
As it lies, we are doomed
To wink out in the full light
Of our hubris.
 

 

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Words Are All I Have

I truly believe in the right to bear arms. I also truly believe that we don't need to bear assault rifles. But then there's that militia thing. I also believe in a well-armed militia being our final line of defense (not sure about the "regulated" part). I don't know where the answer lies, but I do know this - our innocents should not be paying the price.

Here is my contribution to the cause:



Innocents Lost
By Ann Wilmer-Lasky
 
Layer by layer,
The onion loses life, peeled,
By insanity.
 
Death by senseless death,
The world loses innocents;
Heaven gains its stars.
 
The tears of angels
Flood our universe with grief
The tipping point gained,
 
Its settling unknown
Known only this attention,
This time, must be paid.




Saturday, December 1, 2012

Sixth in my Series on Dying


In the Depths of Sweet Misery

          …on My Journey of Death

            By Ann Wilmer-Lasky

 

            NaNoWriMo is over, and having enjoyed a sweet respite from my life, I am now back, with a vengeance. I am dysphoric. I have always been dysphoric. I will always be… You get the idea. To those who have found happiness in this life, I make obeisance. Good for you, but for me, on the whole, life sucks, always has and probably always will.

 

 

 
When life hands you lemons,
Make lemonade.
Yeah, try that without the
Sugar to coat it.

 

My poem of the moment follows. In the Throes of Dysphoria the sixth in a new collection which will be published at or before my death, depending on how long I have left.
 
In the Throes of Dysphoria
            By Ann Wilmer-Lasky
I'm sorry that I got
Old and near to dying.
That the myriad nails in
My coffin have all but
Burst this old, wounded heart.
Now I'd trade my life's long
Misery for a moment
Of fatal happiness.
For I'm tired in my soul
And find scant respite in
The fetid air I breathe.
Melancholy causes
The clouds to dark my sky.
The wind now barely moves
From dawn to dusk, from birth
To death. The tide brings in;
The tide takes out, and I
Lie washed upon the shore
Waiting, but biding time,
To be borne out again
To lay my tired soul
In the arms of sweet peace
As I've not lain before.
This day I face regret,
I shall not die today.
 
Ann Wilmer-Lasky is living and dying in Roswell, New Mexico where she writes Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror novels. Her published works include: The Chronicles of Acqueria: Blood Moon Treachery , The Seasons of Sam Rock  and the 25th Anniversary Edition of The Castleweaver's Tales - all available on Amazon.com