Joan of the Raven Hair (for singer/songwriter Joan Baez)

Joan

of the raven hair

with a voice of beauty

and words of truth

and power.

she strums her guitar

and sings of change

and decades of hope

and reasoning.

she plants trees

of the heart 

that grow the conscious

and wakes the sleeping mind.

she sings of love

and its joy and pain:

of “Diamonds

and Rust”

of which we all

are made.

she marks

this time

with her wisdom–

her world-view

of light.

Joan

of the raven hair,

gone silver;

with her voice

and words

of gold

and steel.
Linda Tauhid

©7/13/19

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4th of July

it

was so full

then–

Ma

and Daddy

and siblings

driving to a

Cape Cod beach;

sitting on sand

and mother-fed

chicken

and potato salad

and yellow, chocolate-

frosted cake.

the summer-warm

salty water,

the sun

that did not burn

our skin

seasoned by generations.

Daddy

and Uncle Charles

the navigators

of the day–

my cousins close by,

some of Wampanoag parentage…

family–

encircled with food, 

love and warmth.

i am of ocean people–

fishers, swimmers

‘waders-in-the-water’

washers,

drinkers,

ship-riders,

ocean-crossers,

far from home…

who brought

the gift of love and

joy and,

faith,

with rhythmic music

and food-of-the-soul

and heart

with Independence,

to these Atlantic waters

and beyond.
Linda Tauhid

©7/4/17

Reprinted from 7/4/17

Visitation

you came to me

in spirit

and i have often

seen you thus;

someone that i desired

and never

stopped loving…

for Love is an ocean,

it has no faucet–

no off/on 

regulating mechanism.

i gave you a gift

and was wondering why…

but you

gave me

a gift

that was more…

it is good to know

that we can meet

as lovers

in realms

other than this one

and acknowledge 

our gifts

to one another

as

we

in our different ways

sleep.
Linda Tauhid

©6/22/19

Dr. John

when a saint leaves the earth

there is a vacuum,

an irreplaceable hole

that cannot be filled.

sound the trumpets, the drums,

the trombones!

play the cymbals,

twirl colorful umbrellas

and sing…

build a second-line to infinity

to send him home…
Linda Tauhid

©6/12/19
*for musical and cultural artist  Mac Rebennack Jr. AKA Dr. John

Black vets of D-Day ignored and forgotten…


I have been watching a good deal of coverage on D-Day veterans who are being honored for their service. I have yet to see even a picture of a Black vet, never mind a living Black vet returning to Normandy for the commemoration.

This is highly disturbing to me because my uncle Herbert David Lindsay was one such veteran. My Uncle Herbie died at the age of 89 on September 3, 2013 in Boston, Massachusetts.  I remember him as a handsome and friendly man who never actually spoke of his military service. It was My father H. David Lindsay who told me about uncle Herbie’s service. Uncle Herbie has two living sons, Herbie Jr. And Jimmy. I am not directly in touch with them, but they deserve honorable mention of their father.

This ignoring/forgetting Black veterans is not uncommon. I am attaching an article that addresses the issue and I am hoping my readers may pardon my departure from my usual poetic musings to honor these forgotten and ignored veterans as we honor all of the known/acknowledged veterans during the D-Day commemorations. Thank-you.

Please also take the time to read the attached article:
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/nbcblk/fighting-germans-jim-crow-role-black-troops-d-day-n1013716
Linda Tauhid

6/5/19

Stealth Visit

why do you visit

so stealthily

in the night?
after i have closed

the house,

prayed,

turned out the lights

and rested on my

right side.

are we only

of dream-visits

now

and wistful thoughts…

as maybe

we always were?

continents and oceans

away

powered by 

the spirit

of our ancestors

and our revered

home

land.

remembering bits

of love

and comfort

so hastily withdrawn

by separation

and

by

my

residence

in 

this hostile

domain. 
Linda Tauhid

©5/19/19

The Elevated Places*

i have taken

this journey

many times.

although familiar,

each time

it is enlightening.

struggling

through the burdens

of divine law

and regulations;

it is like a cool drink

to step beyond

into “The Elevated Places”.

the soul has been whetted

here to receive;

and has climbed

to parabolic heights

for a taste of freedom–

a glimpse of paradise.

and one may rest here…

the journey is not complete

but here,one has hope

a glimpse

of what is beyond

the struggles of worldly life

and its concerns.

this is a driving point

a signpost to victory

and hope.

here,

at

The Elevated Places.
Linda Tauhid
©5/13/19

* The Elevated Places or Al-A’raf is the 7th Sura (Chapter) of The Holy Quran. It is a step in the journey to read the entire Quran during the month of Ramadan and beyond.