Aung San Suu Kyi

This will begin a short series on world-changing people in order to get a decent poem to submit to a contest. Enjoy my fumbling attempts to pay homage to important people.

I.  
To Aung San Suu Kyi

Amid the flowering trees
of Burma, 
mythical to the West-
Compounded,
a woman of discreet
power.
A spirit outside 
the walls,
in the hearts
of those protesting
for the sacred.

To vote,
the fight America
waged to begin the 
Revolution-
now taken into the
knobby hands
of woman draped in
white flower offerings-
a soft calm call
for peace.
Quiet,
quiet she speaks like the
birdsong.

Meditation on the power
of the people,
her heart in beating in the 
chest of the Burmese.
Waves across all seas,
she shakes the earth
with words on freedom.
To choose,
for the good of her followers.

Democracy,
the wind of her words,
the flutter of her pulse.
The goal that drives
the thrum of Burma's
masses. From her home,
confined in gild like
a palace peacock,
but never silent.

Still fighting with
a burn unparalleled.
Her voice uplifted
by the glorious winds of change.