The Goddess of Femininity
We wake to the day, searching
the sky for beauty, rays
above the world drowning
As we redecorate the sky
and our surroundings,
to see the limitless seeds
of our femininity,
dashing across the horizons,
taking us to the world of freedom,
through the universe as a softstar—
free and unobstructed
the wounds of the mind.
After all they say, we are brave.
pass this way anyway…
We must test
the new world—
see if we can make it.
Our femininity is free flowing—
We are the breadwinners,
the star trekkers—
the seeds of the new world!
I can hear the distant seagulls
in the sky like I am at the beach.
The Spanish gardeners have arrived
today. I can hear their truck and listen to
like the wind and rain that pour
down its hiss and sigh
like a smooth murmur that says
relax, relax but enjoy.
My wheelchair bound daughter’s pill
box beeps every 10 minutes
of my responsibility to this life,
my purpose for waking,
to thrust forward,
to come fully awake, to console us,
to break down the hate that threatens
to destroy my love still glinting like sunset,
waiting for the night to break darkness
like a chocolate kiss around my lips,
then the song bird tweets harmonically,
the sun forces light through my window
like a fiery haze of hope, and maybe
this day will heal me,
take away the sting of politics,
Donald Trump and his threats to Iran
and his love for Putin.
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