perhaps temporary flowers, always leave their scent behind
Jean Seberg c 1960's |
the Goddess smiled at me and said
poet, remember how this elixir sits
and that my body is always going to be
moving sands and the cycles of rain
for she is Jean Seberg and Hypatia
and every time I see her on the screen
I fall in love all over again
and every time I read about
Jean Seberg's life, I cry
because we have always
killed souls like hers
souls that dare steal the light
and run into where the shadows
are a-muck and making tomes
into an ink that stains us
with dogma, doctrine
and the rules of the road(s)
humanity has been traveling on
since we decided being civilized
allows us to unleash our inner barbarism
EJR ©
A vry interesting poem...hummmmm.....I fear the poet may be right?
ReplyDeleteI hope not to be... :)
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DeleteI am compost
and you the composite sketch artist extreme
the beam balance blanch glass menagerie
I may be willy loman but for a few sips
or seconds near i can swear to the gods
and wear waxed feathers too...
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