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Broken, Shattered, Mended ~We’ve Told Them All the Truth~

I wrote this one in early August of 2013. It seems like a song. I like that. :)

"Broken, Shattered, Mended." Abstract artwork in varying shades of pink. A rounded X shape is the focal feature. with sprays of color around it and on it.

Broken, Shattered, Mended. (c) 2020 Windy Johansen.

Broken, Shattered, Mended ~We’ve Told Them All the Truth~

obsidian, sapphire, gold
unknowing, the people unknowing

impossible, it was impossible
but now we can

effervescent, electric, scared
pretending, the rulers pretending

impossible, it was impossible
but now we will

broken
the doors fly off their hinges
shattered
the screens no longer spew lies
mended
we’ve told them all the truth
but now we’re almost defeated

obsidian, sapphire, gold
now they know, the people know the truth

impossible, it’s not impossible
and now they are

broken
the doors fly off their hinges
shattered
the screens no longer spew lies
mended
we’ve told them all the truth
and now we’ve opened the doors

Look into… (Everything Begins Here)

I found out about the idea of chiastic structure in a religion class while I was in college. It is a very interesting structure. This poem uses that idea.

Wikipedia’s page about it is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiastic_structure

(poem after artwork)

Image to go with the poem “Look into...”. . It is also called "Look into..". Red and orange abstract artwork with a main X shape with one diagonal of the shape more vivid and detailed than the other.

“Look into..” (c) 2020 Windy Johansen.

Look into… (Everything Begins Here)

look into the storm
and see the way
full of wonders, possibilities

look into the storm
and feel your way
full of learning, inventions, imagination made reality

the prismatic rain beams the light to you
unfurling the ribbon of your path
unfurling your garden’s beginning

everything begins here
a garden that grows it all
infinite space, infinite beginnings
everything begins here

unfurling your garden’s beginning
unfurling the ribbon of your path
the prismatic rain centers the light on you

look into starlight
and see new life
full of sweetness, possibilities

look into starlight
and feel your life
full of brightness, inventions, imagination made reality

Cybernetic Perfection

I wrote this in early October of 2013. I’m not sure if this poem is trying to say that cybernetics is cool or scary…or both. Realistically, I suppose the concept of cybernetics is both cool and scary. It has a potential to be a positive transformation. And yet, in the wrong hands, it would be a devastatingly awful thing to unleash on the world.

(poem after the photo)

Glowing Tulip (c) Windy Johansen.

Glowing Tulip (c) May 2012 by Windy Johansen.

Cybernetic (This New Invention)

we’ve made this new invention
it’s cell-sized and glorious
it’s tiny and wonderful
and it will change your life

storing data, chewing numbers
drawing original scenes
measuring everything in a flash

cybernetic invention
if you can think it, you can be it
cybernetic invention
it’s something more perfect than you
making you more perfect than you
cybernetic invention

you’ve bought this new perfection
you’ve grown to be powerful
you’ve overcome all your faults
and you can’t be more free

scoring higher, crunching numbers
meeting magnificent goals
controlling every part of your fate

cybernetic perfection
if you can think it, you can be it
cybernetic perfection
it’s something more perfect than you
making you more perfect than you
cybernetic perfection

Writing Prompts: The Perfect Time (to Start Again)

the perfect time (to start again)

(c) 10 Dec 2013 Windy Johansen

This time’s phrase is: the perfect time (to start again)

My creative writing often has these ideas of redemption and triumph as central themes; even if such ideas aren’t central, they’re typically woven through a work. I’ve had to start over so many times.

ANd as much tragedy as there can be in the things that make us start over, there’s often hope. Hope that this time will bring us closer to the best people we can be.

I think these moments give us the chance to be our own people. I think they also remind us of how delicate things in life can be…how delicate our own fellow beings are. I think these times of picking up the piece teach us to be kinder to the next person who goes through their own set of awful things.

I think that it makes our dreams and hopes capable of becoming far more rich and alive than they could be otherwise.

And at the same time, I really hate blazing through piles of tissues because I cried approximately 500 times today. But those things, those awesome things that grow out of this…brokenness…they’re grand. (And piles of dirty tissue is a small price to pay for that.)

I see this picture in my mind of dirt or soil broken into little jagged dry pieces. Those pieces are glass sharp enough to hurt you. The ground is rocky now; no water will ever make it produce life again. You’re sure it can’t.

You walk around a bit, picking past large shards. You stumble, fall, and dust yourself off. Ow. Owowow.

And then you see it…there’s this little plant growing a few inches from your toes. Somehow, life is still here.

You fell over that spot not long ago. Your blood must have given that seed just enough water to grow. You’re sure that has to be it. Otherwise that’d be a miracle.

Do miracles happen? N-no…Um..

The plant just continues to be there. It’s a bright green, with softly rounded leaves.

Do miracles happen?

And in that little plant..inside you, is this new promise: Tomorrow may not give you any rain, and the glass might hurt you, but there will always be bright things somewhere.

Unexpected life is extraordinary stuff. And as you look around, you spy other plants, even in places you haven’t been to.

Wow. The broken ground gave these little seeds room to sprout.

An embryonic forest of miraculous origin.

It’s the perfect time to start again.
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How do you feel about these things?

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