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Destination
Languishing lost in society's vehement clime
Anger becoming the new age of Aquarius
Subterranean misogynists alternate
Moral minorities tap dance on by
Oblivious to the arena we perform solos
Hissed at and heckled
We pick up our dignity and fly
Aspen, magnanimate opals
Tears baptise and furnish us whole
Ability to conquer self
Denial our bigger foe
More venomous than Lucifer
Entrapment by self, a terrible curse
Society's teaching to us, is to fail
We look to our peers
and stare back at ourselves
For we are not the children
We are the gate keepers of their destiny
'Mother Earths' matriarchs
To her spectacular universe
Torment,a self woven blanket we wrap ourselves in
Each thread more tremulous and tarnished
Shining through, our childrens eyes
Offer us respite
Time to shake off the malignant mantle
and redress in the robes of redemption
Innocence,laughter, love, respect, empathy
Our destination on the 'tracks of time'.
Gabby, Ok I am hooked! This poem is a real work of art. Not in its beauty of form, or in its choice of metre, but in what it reveals.
There is a duality here. The surface radiates the anguish and frustrations both extraneous and innate, but deeper lies the lost of humanity's first gender.
Difference, yes in function and in form, but not in any other way. Geez, this poem has affected me deeply. It makes me ashamed of what I am.
I believe in things that are a bit different than most. But one holding that I rarely share, but believe whole heartedly in, is that femininity is Godliness.
Every aspect of creation, every concept of divine interjection, is in feminine form. Divine Wisdom is an emanation of the God head, in the form of Sophia.
I know this is taking a wild ride, so forgive that. I am also not trying to placate or ingratiate. I always worry that motive can be so easily misconstrued.
The truth is I have become fascinated with your writing. It is so real. It allows me to enter places I normally would not have been allowed simply because of omission.
Wow, this has taken on a real twist. 'Nuff o' dis!
This poem is outstanding. My comments in Poetic Haven are still as heartfealt as ever. Good work!!! Tim