A “Waltz” poem
Inspired by the iambic trimeter of ‘My Papa’s Waltz’ by Theodore Roethke
I've Russian relatives who dance to Putin's hype, minds strained through grotesque sieves 'til nothing's left but tripe. The music they step to flows out through State channels; for them, his version's 'True' - straight from Kremlin annals. They're made to feel proud heirs of a once great empire; thus Kyiv should be theirs to claim or set afire. The despot bids them dance, keeps masses distracted; he has them in his trance, charmed by lies refracted. In fantasies, they're dressed in simple Russian garb... When they think of the West, they repeat Putin's barbs.
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71 thoughts on “To claim, or: Set afire”
Sadly it is not just limited to Russia or your relatives, similar conditions prevail elsewhere too!
The form worked very well.
Yes, I know ☹️
A grotesque dance indeed! It beggars belief, yet we know its real. 😢
💔 Marion 💔
So vivid is the illustratration of painful truth!
May peace prevail!
💜 Sujata 💜
So sad a state. I feel for you. Having relatives who are unwilling to question is frustrating. I was lucky to live in a family where inquiry was not only encouraged but demanded.
but then again, I wasn’t raised in a totalitarian regime that limited our access to information.
A wonderful poem with fresh insight. Thank you for sharing.
😦 It would be easier not to have the direct exposure that provides me with this insight…
Fantastic poem, David! I feel sorry for those who only get fed one source of information. They live a life of lies and don’t even know it. I know some people are able to get information in to family and friends, but even when they do, those people have been so brainwashed that it’s hard for them to believe anything but what they’ve been fed. 😥
Exactly so, Yvette ~ and they take offense at how “anti-Russia” we are.
Lovely writing, David. Though the issue is far from pretty. Many believe what they’re fed because it’s easier to chew and digest. No revolting indigestion.
True, Terveen ~ and -also- they’ve been ingesting it for years now… it’s not only a recent war-related phenomenon…
P.S. 🤡 I’m not used to receiving only one comment at a time from you!
P.S. Haha! No more bombardments. I enjoy reading your work. So much beauty and depth. 🙂
David, this is brilliant poetry that sheds light on Putin, the despot! My grandfather came from Dreispitz, Russia, in what is now Georgia, to the U. S. in 1906. They were Germans, brought to Russia by Catherine the Great to teach the peasants how to farm wheat. After Tsar Alexander fell to the Bolsheviks, the Russians told them to leave as they weren’t Russians (after 100 years). The Germans said they were Russians… They fled to the U.S. Russia has always had ulterior motives. Your poem captures that philosophy perfectly! ❤
That kinda reminds of me of Jew from the former USSR. While they (we) were living there, we were “Jews” – that was our official nationality, as evidenced by our government-issued birth certificates and ID cards. Then – after we’d left, people from other countries called us Russians…
I totally get that. My mother was rumored to be born on the boat coming over from Russia, but I don’t know that for a fact. She passed when I was three. I remember one of my earliest memories, was the old lady down the street calling me a dirty little Russian! I had to go ask my grandma what that meant. You know my grandparents always said we were German… not Russian. Yet, that wasn’t a badge of courage either. LOL! ❤
My father was once called a Russian bear 🐻 🙄
😂 People are so silly aren’t they? ❤️
This works so well for that image. Sadly we in the US often look into that same mirror. (K)
it’s not great anywhere, but there won’t be a leader of the USA for 20 years in a row any time soon…
I’m not so sure, but I hope not.
Effective and sobering. I’m generally not that into rhyme or forms, but the rhyme scheme here makes this even more chilling and effective. “minds drained through grotesque sieves” is particularly powerful.
Thanks! (yeah, I’m fond of that line in particular!)
Indeed, that’s all we can ever do: “write about what we know.” You’re right, there’s plenty of intelligent; open minded Russian people out there who can see the bigger picture.
yep. and their lives are being destroyed by a madman.
Sadly so! 🙁😢 He’s lost the plot completely!
Brilliant David and sadly all too true! 🙁 Not just for your relatives.
well, I can only write about what I myself know to be true…
some of our relatives are clear-eyed and looking for alternative sources of information… not buying what Putin says… but others? unfortunately… they take what he feeds them – hook, line, & sinker.