On January 2nd, I read a couple of poems at a local swearing in of our State Representative, Michele Grim. A small service at the Collingwood Arts Center, just being a part of it was an honor. Not only was I given free reign to read what I wanted, but I am a fierce supporter of Michele's work. I've known her husband for half of my life and she grew up in my husband's small town, but also she is a kindred spirit in her politics.
I read a poem about people who fight for what's right (also a holiday poem):
How Building a Community Is Like Watching Holiday Movies While Baking
We like to think that what is broken
gets mended with gold but mostly it just
sits there like run-over Milwaukee's Best
Ice cans next to a highway. However,
glimmers catch our eye. A little free
library near a schoolyard, a stop light
where the kids cross to cornerstone, more
ramps at the Sidewalk corners for Larry
who wheels his way to the post office
to mail new paintings he lives to share.
They twinkle like shiny apples so easy
to pick and you could just swoop in,
"ploink!" and here you go, ma'am! But
then you find you are out of baking soda,
the jealous ex-boyfriend has shown up
at your hometown holiday fest and one
parent says what if someone puts porn
in the box, and some other non-parent
is terribly concerned. You've already sent
letters to the editor and city council
but nobody's been killed by a speeding car
in your low-income neighborhood, so no
need for pretty lights. And Larry's used to
dodging onto the street. One person, turns out,
isn't enough. Which is why you are here,
mixer-deep in snickerdoodles, desperate
to understand how Chad Michael Murray
keeps getting work but resolved not to quit
until the hard-nosed executive saves
the family farm and the high school
sweethearts reveal their lingering love
and the single dad carpenter convinces
the hardened reporter that some things,
after all, are always worth fighting for.
Your prompt for today is to write a political poem that avoids being didactic. Yes, write the political rant... we need to make our ideas known. But then, write something that deals with politics in a tender way. Something that reveals who you are but without forcing or preaching. Given all of the negotiating and persuasiveness that a public servant has to employ just to get some basic things done, a poet should be just as crafty.
I love this. Didactic is an effective tactic. Something to think about.