Organizational Weeds
By Ann Chiappetta
Tempers are flaring
which one
Of us is being uncaring?
Out with the old
In with the new
Who is saying
What the other is saying
is untrue?
We’ve tried facilitation, moderation, mediation
Yet not one of us can break through
Right now we’re treading water
Trying to reach the shoreline
While Fearing what lies ahead.
How do we keep our spirit, originality,
While meeting the growing needs of our members in good stead?
Who are we besides a group of folks who can’t see?
Who are we, what do we hope to achieve?
What has gone before has become insufficient
To lead us
What the future holds for us is indiscernible
Yet we must proceed
Forging ahead means breaking away
growth.
Can we, as a group, face the growing pains
Or will we spiral into a tangle of organizational weeds?
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Sheaves of Hate
By Ann Chiappetta
Though the field could use tilling
With a temperate scythe
From it, Only the shimmer of heat rises
Awaiting the bitter harvest
The exposure of cool earth is still
Far away yet
I hope and pray for the day when
We can both seed the garden with fertile respect
I will till the soil one more time,
Plant the seeds
Nurture fragile shoots with pride
And with some trepidation
Hope our worlds coincide.
July 2012
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