Poem: Uppity

 

Uppity

 

kind the purple sky

when i fall up into its 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 secret stars,

and to partake of their mystery

as they cradle, ornament, and loom 

the incipient night.

if only ... 

 

i could ease my worries

with such magnificent noblesse;

to embrace the silvering moon,

she who dances

in spite of her wounds,

 and if only ...

i could walk

the liquid cobblestones which she casts,

daring a chasm of black ocean.

wouldn’t it be marvelous, then, 

in the most holy and yet god-free sense ... 

to bridge the great yawn 

of my colossal fears,

and arrive somehow healed,

 unencumbered,

upon the shores of dawn.

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11/8/25 ... I think "she" is fine for the moon.  Women are more aware and emotionally competent, which is symbolized in spellcasting and magic.  Women have to be this way, because they are oppressed by patriarchy, and need extra skills to get by.  That said, emotions and passions are truly magical.  And so magic is real.

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."