A Misnomer

by trippetta TC   Dec 16, 2008


Oblique obolesk
Off center orb
The moon glimpsed amidst
stars when one is drunk and reeling
Staying still, and still upon the ground
as the sky floats by, to absorb
The still and calm,
A salve (or balm) to solve this way of feeling,
Moon Mother, Earth goddess
and the sea from through
fromme, Athena rose in beautiful
masculinity
Warrior women, grab your armor and your lipstick
Time to fight for home and health
and democracy
Servitude with honors

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  • 15 years ago

    by Nicko

    Your poems make me think more than any other I've read on this site to date.

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