Monday, November 4, 2013

Dona Nobis Pacem ~ Blogging for Peace


the fall of peace





The World
(a Fibonacci )

A
life
without hate
each head bowed
flowering to its own work
each hand open letting go what it can
to accept what's given, what's asked in return
when the need is strong
because the tribe
has become
the
world.

~November 2013


 This post is for     real toads
This Monday, Kerry O'Connor has asked us to join  a "...special day for bloggers around the world. November 4 marks the annual Blogblast 4 Peace. This initiative was launched by Mimi Lenox in 2006 and has grown to an extraordinary degree, spanning 6 continents and 182 countries. Her theme this year is "What do I want my world to look like?" and she invites bloggers to join together today to spread the message of peace as a single unified gesture..." 

This is a spur of the moment reverse Fibonacci poem where the lines follow the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8 and then reverse.


The photo is by Frank Serritelli, and is called The Fall of Peace
Hover mouse for image credit, or click it to go to his flick'r page.
Shared under a creative commons license.


33 comments:

  1. The tribe has become the world... That is so well put and a concept worth thinking about when we talk about the necessity for peace.

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    1. Thanks, Kerry. Didn't have much this morning, but wanted to participate as peace is a subject close to my heart.

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  2. ooohhhhh, if the tribe became the world? imagine. glad you're in my tribe, anyway. xo

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  3. It is the exchange, the give-and-take, that is so key to peaceful living. I've noticed how it works in my own household, when it does. Your line--Flowering to its own work-- is especially powerful for me. It is essential for the whole to have nourished parts. A beautiful piece here, Hedge.

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    1. Thanks, Jane. You and I agree here on peace large and small.

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  4. I would like it to be just like this, open hands around the tribe, the world.

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  5. open hands---flowering to its own work...the thought of us as a tribe too...each one willing to give to one another for the better of the whole...its a beautiful thought...and oh what a world it would be...smiles.

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  6. From your computer to God's inbox. k.

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    1. Thanks, k--sadly, God has never returned my emails. Hope all is well with you.

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  7. We are the world...we are the children...

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    1. Yes, I wish, or in my case, mentally, anyway. ;_)

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  8. HW, I think the form perfectly suits the write - the golden spiral which infiltrates nature and infuses it with what we vertical apes view as beauty is the frame and shell in which you've grown this gift of peace.

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    1. Thanks, M. I felt like this topic has been covered so much better by others--wanted to just do something simple, and you know how well this particular form works with simple. Appreciate the kind words.

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  9. From these "simple" thoughts opens an enchanting, orchestral voice of ideas. So lovely.

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  10. Peace seems more like a dream now more than ever.
    Pity.....

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  11. Amen .. though I venture that our global tribe needs the vegetal, mineral and animal tribes of the world as well. We sure have a long way to go.

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    1. Yes, the tribe has to somehow begin to encompass *all* the world, or we are screwed. Thanks for reading, B.

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  12. Reminds me of "Imagine" by Lennon. Lovely

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  13. Oh I cant wait until the tribe becomes the world. Beautiful, inspiring and the fibonacci is admirable.

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  14. p.s. that image is really striking. Is it yours? So beautiful. Love it.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry--the photo is by Frank Serritelli, and is called The Fall of Peace--found it on flick'r--just click it to get more info.

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  15. A life without hate, open-handed to let go and receive, so that the world becomes our tribe. Let it be so. Or as Jean Luc would say- make it so.

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  16. Really a profound poem Joy. And I think the form works well here.

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  17. The tribe has become the world. As a republican (probably more of an independent, really) I often didn't get when the republicans would make fun of Hillary when she quoted "It takes a village…" She never meant that parents weren't important. This reminds me of that - but on a larger scale. And the image reminds me of elementary school when we would take crossed sticks we would wind colored yarn around (did you do that intentionally?)

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    1. Very true, Margaret--and I'm more of an Independent myself, though probably at the other end of the spectrum ;_)----the idea of Hillary's remark is a good parallel--I also was going for the concept that there is an interdependence between us in things we give and take from each other, things that we need to really grow and be viable as individuals and as a species.

      AFA the image, it's not mine, but I have had it on my sidebar for ages because it makes peace seem so organic, there amidst the dead leaves and weeds, like it grew on the sidewalk. The photographer is Frank Serritelli, and if you click either image, it will take you to his flick'r page.

      And I do remember the yarn and stick thing, also used in native american dreamcatchers, I think. Thanks for reading.

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  18. If only everyone would realize that humanity IS all one tribe.....

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  19. Wonderful! Simple yet filled with meaning.

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  20. "The tribe has become the world" May it be so. Beautiful...

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  21. Love this and I wish I knew yesterday :)

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  22. "The tribe has become the world." This is a profoundly beautiful line, and if it were to become real, would we not all dance together, make music... and truly love? Not only an elegant Fibonacci, but a lovely aspiration. Peace, Amy

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg