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reactive poem - Mother's Night
Mothers' Night
cascading shards
uneasy
echoes falling
"It's our calling."
Rape of Earth,
hot spurts of words
savage knives
Abiding Mothers,
sacred and mundane
twist into harridan
cold stars
wail, hurtling waves
Sad, old, crust of ages
sliced, screwed, carved up for profit
"It's not the color of the skin,
the culture of the smile"
the scent of danger,
the inborn stranger --
all excuses for Us (superior)
and Them (inferior)
"They are not like we;
but lower curs."
we may harm with unfettered glee
Cursed to be cut to our requirement.
Borders clear
"Here, fear fences in
our livelihood and wives."
Leave THEM to putrid pits
cunning jabs,
our pleasure.
Thus, all treasure that might regale,
heal, reveal true worth,
of man and Earth
sold for pittance of potash
to dance a weary jig
May 10, 2010
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Jul/8/2010, 2:40 pm
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Re: reactive poem - Mother's Night
First off, welcome to the board, Libramoon. And what a great screen name too.
Gaia's Gown is not a critique forum. For that feel free, if so inclined, to also post the poem in the Poetry Spectrum. But I sure am responding to this and on a gut level. Why? Because I can hear the earth herself in her twofold indignation and hurt. Oh yeah! This comes through all right.
Tere
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Jul/8/2010, 3:39 pm
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Re: reactive poem - Mother's Night
Thanks, Tere, for such a forthright welcome and response.
Peace,
libramoon
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Jul/8/2010, 4:03 pm
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Re: reactive poem - Mother's Night
Welcome, libramoon. Thank you for the poem.
Chris
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Jul/8/2010, 4:43 pm
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Re: reactive poem - Mother's Night
You are most welcome, Chris.
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Jul/9/2010, 9:07 pm
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