Supernova

Here is a special poem that I wrote. It is dedicated to Nova Layn Sparrow Portman, a might warrior who is only a few months old. She was born with down syndrome and recently came through a heart operation. If anyone is interested please check out Amy’s (Nova’s inspiring mother) blog, see the link below. I am so proud of my cousin Robert and his wife Amy and the rest of the family surrounding them for how they are dealing with the situation.Eternal love to all of you

“Supernova”
By Troydon Wainwright
Dedicated to Nova Layn Sparrow Portman

Oh gentle spirit how strong you are
Your tiny hands and feet
Your tiny arms and legs, body and head
Are filled with light
A light that shines on us every time you smile
And for that moment
All that is wrong in the world is made right
Like the star you are you colour our lives
And make us see things once hidden
Like the sun you warm us
Oh how we have already grown in your light

Oh gentle spirit it has not been easy
Here where every breath is a miracle
Where sometimes we hold our breaths to hear yours
Where your tiny heart fights for each beat
We are so proud of how you fight
Of how you do it with a smile
Know that our hearts struggle
Alongside your might heart
That all our lives we will love you
Our struggles make us strong
Oh gentle spirit how strong you are

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When A Little One Enters

I hear the scamper of your little feet

And know that I am in for a thousand questions

As though everything in your world has yet to be named

And could be edible

As though clothes were silly except when it’s cold

As though mirrors were windows to a place

Populated with our twins

Who stared when we stared

And moved when we moved

As though tool were toys that made no sense

As though gardens were roofless places

Full of enigmas

As though flowers were just colorful things

That grew out of some other mystery

Look

If you look into the eyes of the Divine

You wouldn’t see eyeballs or pupils or iris’

Just stars and space

The universe

Look closely and see

Your galaxy

Your solar system

Your world

Your country

Your city

Your street

Yourself gazing into the eyes of the Divine

 

The Divine gets wherever it wants to go

By looking itself in the eye

All it needs to do is stare and be there

In that other part of itself

The Memories Stir

Here and now the memories stir

Of childhood days free of care

If only I could revive the year

And find myself again there

 

Oh to laugh and play again

Sans the weight that rests on me

I would know joy by name

And forget my years so easily

 

Here and now the memories stir

Of first kisses and hideaways

To see as a child now and here

I would be young all my days

If I could live as a child plays

I Can Feel Your Heart Calling

Dedicated to Zasskia Van Der Merwe

 

I can feel your heart calling to my heart

As though its every beat is a ripple

Passing through the distance between us

I want to time my heart to your beat

To keep rhythm with it

I want our heats to play together

To make patterns in the ether

I want us breathe the same air

To wake up and go to sleep together

So close that our heats need not call

But simply whisper

The Invisible Painting

Come one, come all,

Come see the invisible painting

For a small fee you too can behold

The absence on the wall

It is the work of a great artist

The only one of its kind in existence

Naturally no one can touch so rare a painting

But that does not detract from its magnificence

Doubters come see for yourselves

The empty frame

Note the artist’s mastery of concealment

How all the lines and colours and shades

Combine to create perfect transparency

Become so lost in the work as to forget

That you are looking at a painting at all

Oh yes, my friends, you too can say

You have seen the invisible painting

But only for a price

Why White Pride Offends

I came across a meme by The Newly Press on Facebook the other day that read: “Why is it okay for every race to be proud of their heritage except for white people?” My answer to that question is: most other races don’t have a history of conquering other races and subjecting them to colonialism, slavery, segregation and exploration on a massive scale. True some other races have done those same things but on a much smaller scale or they did it so long ago that their effects are no longer felt. The wounds from colonialism, segregation and exploitation, however, are still open.

I am not saying that everything about white heritage is bad but that, as white people, we must accept that the people who were oppressed (and in some cases are still feeling the effects of that oppression) will see us through our history. In other words when people of colour say they are proud of their race, they mean they are proud of the struggles their race has endured and survived. With white people, however, it is often taken by people of colour to mean that white people are proud of the struggles they caused others to endure.

Of course there is nothing wrong with taking pride in the achievements of one’s race (although in reality the only race is human) but when it comes to white people it is best to be specific to avoid misunderstanding. It is perfectly acceptable to be proud of the contribution white people have made to the sciences, the arts, the humanities, sports et cetera. Colonialism, slavery, segregation and exploration, however, are definitely not something to be proud. Sadly they are at present what many people of colour define white heritage as.

If you are white and don’t like the perception of white people as racist oppressors then do something to change that perception. Acknowledge the evils of colonialism, segregation, slavery and exploitation. Speak out against them.  Be respectful in your interactions with people of colour. Treat them as equals. Speak out against racism. Condemn injustice against people of colour. Join them in their fights for justice. Simply put, do whatever you feel comfortable doing to disprove the idea that all white people are racist oppressors.

Only once we as white people prove themselves to be better than the destructive aspects of their history, will people of colour begin to see us differently. Only then will the stain on our heritage be washed away. Make no mistake the ugly side of our history will always remain but by acknowledging it and learning from it we can create a new legacy; a legacy that we can look at with nothing but pride.

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Let Me

Let me linger on your lips

As though a memory there

Let me feel your fingertips

As you strum my hair

 

Let me look into your eyes

And looking lose all care

Let me breathe in your scent

As though my very air