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Rain and A Blue Moon
Good place, Bad place,
Numb place, Weird place
Funny place...
If the veil beckons tomorrow
I'll be okay
Kids survived, doing well
Been to Europe and
Through bloody hell
Broke the cycle, lived to tell
Danced and wrote and
Learned to love me
Met Stevie, set my soul free
Should this Blue Moon
Draw up my essence tonight
I'll be all right
Good place, strange place,
Dark Place, Light Place
Wide open space...
If I stay another fifty years
I'll be okay
Taxim instead of shimmies
Crone wisdom replacing tears
Got stuff to do
Got Shit to say
Fifty years of compost to
Rebirth gives way
Words emerge from fertile fields
Prosperous harvests they will yield
Should my feet remain on Sacred Ground
Another time around
June 30, 2007
by
Parthena Black
Copyright @2007
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Comment by: seren - 2007-07-08 12:09
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| An amazing poem! Great work. |
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| My goodness, I've never read him, at least I don't think so. A little scary, almost looks like plagiarism, word for word! I didn't mean it, really. Now I will have to go and read his stuff. LOL, maybe I was channeling - I'm rather sporadic with my writing, especially with poetry. That just floated into my head when I was washing dishes. Thanks so much for your comment. I've been really busy this week, I'll be over to read your work as soon as I have a minute to enjoy it. I'm not going to rush around here just for the sake of making comments ;-) |
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wow that was a real piece.
you have chosen the ways of American Black poet, who put forward two ways of simultaneous thoughts in his poem "Dream Variation".
Good place, Bad place,
Numb place, Weird place
Funny place
these are juvinile thoughts.
Good place, strange place,
Dark Place, Light Place
Wide open space...
and these are teh real thoughts. |
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| Compost is what makes things fertile, my dear. Have you read Natalie Goldberg's "Writing Down The Bones?" She says that even if what we write is ca-ca, it turns into a compost that we draw upon in the future. |
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'Fifty years of compost to
Rebirth gives way'
I hope to the goddess that it doesn't take me fifty years to get rid of that ol compost. lol I'm learning slowly to let go yet I fear it'll take fifty more years to be reborn. =] |
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