The struggle for equality is—

Having a place to just sleep safely

Or a square meal to eat each day

To walk in the moonlight unafraid

With the innocence of a child

To look upon the new neighbors

And be glad they are there

GLASS RAIN—poetry by Margaret Roxby

The poem “THE HEALING ART” was found among the author’s papers. It appears this week as a counterpoint to the poem by Kathleen Roxby.

REFRACTIONS—a poem by Robert Roxby

“AN EQUITY” was selected to accompany the other two poems for this week. It first appeared in his collection, Reflections on a Lifetime.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“If There Is No Trace” does not reflect the author’s opinion but is a record of what she heard from many places and times. The initial inspiration for the poem came from interviews conducted among the survivors of the Bosnian War, but the poem is not just inspired by the aftermath of the violence of war but also that of resource inequities.

 

 

 

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

 

“…I live

trying to catch moonlight with paper

on which I send you this night”

—Dan Gerber from A Last Bridge Home

 

Like the particles of dust

seen just as the sun shifts

the balance of shadow and light,

I have danced weightless,

graceful and beautiful,

upon the sliver of moonlight

gleaming from where your words

held captive the night you wrote to me.

 

EL Nino in capricious mood had made

A desert, bare as moonscape, and life-springs fade

On the Altiplano

 

The hills and valleys once alive and green

Are now gray dust; no flower, no plant is seen

On the Altiplano

 

Some, hopeless, leave the only home they’ve known

To vanish, like sand, scattered, wind-blown

On the Altiplano

 

And leave behind the few who choose to stay.

At night, they dream the past: sweet falling rains.

At dawn, with heavy hearts, see drought-dead plains

Still on the Altiplano

 

On the Altiplano the hungry children cry;

Death stalks the barren fields as their world grows dry.

 

Oh, pray for those of the Altiplano

Pray, friends,

That soon the rains will come

So hunger ends

On the Altiplano

Yesterday I was surprised

at meeting with an old friend.

He was as I remembered him—

full of enthusiasm,

at ease, and happy.

 

I had long forgotten

the pleasure of his smile

and the love we once shared.

 

For, dark have been the days

in the long years since last we met—

years stalked by a brooding stranger

who closed cold night

between the two of us.

 

Until in sweet surprise,

just yesterday, I met again

my brother

who could smile.

 

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“FOR THOSE OF THE ALTIPLANO” is included for World Hunger Day. The poem was inspired by an by article from World Vision, “Another Face of Hunger – Altiplano Drought Victims Struggle for Survival.” Quote: An ocean-warming condition, which occurs around Christmastime and named ‘El Nino’ by fishermen, in a reversal of tradewinds and ocean currents created the most extreme ‘El Nino’ since World War II.”

REFRACTIONS—a poem by Kathleen Roxby

“SURPRISE ENCOUNTER” is included for Brother’s Day (April 24). Her brother, for a time, seemed to cut himself off from his family, a time in which his strong sense of humor failed him. This poem reflects the end of that time.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“FROM THE NIGHTFISHER’S FRIEND” first appeared in Tangent/Allusion, 2001. The poem captivated the Kathleen when she first heard it performed by the author, Dan Gerber at a local bookstore.

 

 

 

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.

 

  1. The poem (on site first week in May),“In Another Life,” the poet describes an alternate life. What would you choose for your alternate life? Why?
  2. In contrast to the idea above, do or do you not believe in the possibility of reincarnation? What are your reasons?
  3. Based on the poem “In Margaret’s Heaven” (this site 2nd week)  – what foods “make your day,” and why? May honors several. Here are a few to get you thinking.
    1. Desserts like Chocolate parfait and custard, Butterscotch brownie, etc.
    2. Beverages, both alcohol based and not. For example, lemonade, Coke, whiskey and chardonnay.
    3. Dinner entrees: Roast leg of lamb, hamburger
    4. Natural foods like walnuts (a favorite of mine) and strawberries
  4. The poem “Surprise Encounter” (last week this site), speaks of estrangement and rejoicing, a story similar to the Prodigal Son proverb. Do you have a similar story to relate? What happened and how did you react?