Poem: Uppity

 

Uppity

 

kind the purple sky,

if i fall up into its aerial cushions,

intoxicate the call of my heart

with ethereal grapes.

 

to be a frond on a slender cloud,

and undulate to hover,

so gently,

till peace holds sway,

 

able to ponder 

the wink of woke stars,

sip of their mysterious hopscotch,

as they ornament, loom and resolve 

the incipient night.

 

if i could ease worry

with magnificent noblesse,

as the silvering moon

in spite of its wounds,

 

and if i could walk

the liquid cobblestones it casts

across a pandemonium of ocean chasms.

 

wouldn’t it be marvelous, 

in the most holy yet god-free sense,

 

to walk over

 that great yawn of colossal fears,

and  arrive healed, unencumbered,

within a nest of dawn.

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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."