Poem: Uppity

 

Uppity

 

kind the purple sky

when i fall up into its aerial cushions,

my heart lost in the savor 

of ethereal grapes,

if only ... 

 

to be a frond on a slender cloud,

to undulate and hover, so gentle,

till peace holds sway, 

able to ponder 

the wink of secrets in sweet stars,

partake of their mysterious cradle,

as they ornament, loom and resolve 

the incipient night,

if only ... 

 

i could ease worry

with such magnificent noblesse,

like the silvering moon,

in spite of her wounds,

 and if only 

i could walk

the liquid cobblestones she casts

across a chasm of black ocean.

 wouldn’t it be marvelous then, 

in the most holy yet god-free sense

to bridge the great yawn 

of such colossal fears,

and  arrive somehow healed, 

unencumbered,

amid the bliss of dawn.

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7/21/25 ... need help

6/21/24 my goddess has shown me the way

11/29/23 ... fixed a typo ...

11/ 16 (later) ... "woke" replaces "igniting"

11/16   "fears" replaces "voids"  "ornament" replaces "dapple"  "purple sky" replaces "sky's purple."