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Portrait of music mogul, Quincy Jones photographed in New York City in 1995. Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
Month: July 2016
A.H. Scott: Threaded by Choice
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Poetry by A. H. Scott
“THREADED BY CHOICE”
If a world be a stage, then a stage be a world
Enough room for all, no need to crowd
Together we are with common bonds unbowed
Theatrics of fashion
Baby, take a bow
We’re all fibers in this play called life right now
Headliner, eyeliner
Spotlight, coiffed
Casual and sophisticated, like a flower anticipating bloom
Theatrics of fashion
For all, there is room
Rose petals from this bouquet flourish with shades so divine
Ladies nine, oh so fine
Soloist and chorus prepare their performance
Hemlines and fitted fabric may not look similar
But, all which is couture caresses their perimeter
Satin, silk, cotton, gabardine and chiffon
Threading that needle of equality we know we can’t go wrong
Flash of fashion’s sway with style that’s soaring
Without the combination of colors life would be boring
A single fiber from each has a hell of a lot to teach
Threaded by choice is a decision made
Strength of unity only can persuade
Woven threads together make for fabrics that pop with exuberance and swoon
Colors delight beneath sun and moon
Life’s beauty is the flair of a spectacular rainbow
Miracle it is, for that variety is what we make it so
Threaded by choice
Love is the swatch that overrules hate
Threaded by choice is one we all must make
Theatrics of fashion, we all have our place
Our hues may be different, but we all are of one human race
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional poetry by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-stain-indifference/
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Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2016
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A.H. Scott: Stain of Indifference
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Posted on July 16, 2016 by A.H. Scott
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Stain of Indifference
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Stain of indifference
Cotton white beams bright under the blazing sun
Oh no, don’t worry…but, that was yesterday
Clasped between fingers, crop collected
Indifference of bullwhip’s sting detected
Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday
Evolved from that time of blight, we proclaim it day and night
Yet, stain of indifference is that white flag of surrender
Back to your life, back to work
A few days of grumbling over injustice occurs
With clockwork’s precision we shed a tear and commiserate in how tragic it all is
Oh no, don’t worry…..but, that was yesterday
Then it comes as it does like heaven’s tears raining down
On his back a man lies lifeless on the ground
Would the world have known who he was without that video on the cell phone?
Body cams malfunction
Well, isn’t that grand?
Oh no, don’t worry…..but, that was yesterday
Tragedy like this can’t possibly happen again?
What was seen by all must have been some kind of mistake
Or, is something so dire in the summer wind filled with an oncoming heartbreak
Cotton callin’ from fields far away
White fabric stained with crimson as sun beams through car window
Can you hear it now?
Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday
Man moans as he takes his last breath
Can you see him now?
Steel held with a death grip in hand and pointing at her with command
Peacemaker claiming a righteous stand
Oh no, don’t worry…but that was yesterday
Innocence of babe ripped away as she sits in back seat
Imagine what she saw
Imagine what she heard
Imagine at such a tender age to console her mother she had to find the right word
Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday
Imagine as she grows
Who knows? Who knows?
Maybe that stain of indifference is now etched in her heart
A new generation seeing yesterday as today and tomorrow
Those who are silent in these interesting times, won’t have reason or rhyme
Who is mattered and who is not becomes a call and response if we cannot see our fellow human beings as ourselves
Political pariahs blame the victim as they always do
Yet, each of us has a stake in uniting together, too
In between the particles of black and white it is ever so clear
Stain of indifference to the fabric of humanity’s core it will tear
Judgment from towers of white is faulted upon sin for those who have never walked in the skin another has lived in
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional poetry by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-drawn/
Photography by Tony Ward, House of Prayer, Portraits. Copyright 1980.