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So y'all know, when I said "I've been served" I meant served a gosh darned summons.
No rest for us wicked folks...
Good morning everyone! I am finally feeling human and it's great!
Anna
Anna
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.
Haven't put a poem up here in a while, so here's a couple I wrote about some of my favorite goddesses. LOL, I really was obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology as a kiddo.
Persephone
Persephone might secretly linger
picking flowers
by cracks in the earth..
Almost wondering
what it could be like
to be seized and dragged under
ground.
And she night sneak
around and eat
pomegranate seeds
while her mama's back
was turned.
She may seem the most
obdurate of creatures.
Meanwhile, the world
is chilled in winter.
But she'll never agree
any of the cold
might invite her pause to
share her fault.
Until in spring
she'll rise up
and remember.
Only the dark
deceptive journey
could bring her
up above, once more.
Venus de Milo
The broken Aphrodite sits; no
stands, no is held
up for display--
(no legs or arms or head to hold her.)
A marble torso pale
and blunted
only the breasts, the vagina
remain
and perhaps the heart.
Many file past and
stare and state, "how beautiful"
and safe.
But somewhere still lurks
that uncarved heart, not fashioned
of alabaster.
How else could she glow so inwardly?
With no legs to walk her away from her location
no arms to wrap around her body
no mouth to speak about her anger.
For who said the goddess wished always
to live on display?
Aphrodite, may your living women walk
past you and may your marble hips
become their bones and their legs
walk you away with soft deft steps
may your white shoulders merge
on their slender arms as if to sprout wingtips.
But, most of all may your heart fall from your
broken body
as your children carry it away
to the sea, returned and free.
Hestia
I wanted to write
Hestia
the invisible
goddess who
sits inside the fire
her warmth spreading
slow and deep like the
ripples of a pebble
tossed
into the ocean.
But perhaps
instead
it offers wisdom
to allow her stay
unwritten.
To hold her
as if a spark
inside the chambers
of the heart
her warmth spreading
slowly, unseen
unheard, unknown
but present.
Anna
Persephone
Persephone might secretly linger
picking flowers
by cracks in the earth..
Almost wondering
what it could be like
to be seized and dragged under
ground.
And she night sneak
around and eat
pomegranate seeds
while her mama's back
was turned.
She may seem the most
obdurate of creatures.
Meanwhile, the world
is chilled in winter.
But she'll never agree
any of the cold
might invite her pause to
share her fault.
Until in spring
she'll rise up
and remember.
Only the dark
deceptive journey
could bring her
up above, once more.
Venus de Milo
The broken Aphrodite sits; no
stands, no is held
up for display--
(no legs or arms or head to hold her.)
A marble torso pale
and blunted
only the breasts, the vagina
remain
and perhaps the heart.
Many file past and
stare and state, "how beautiful"
and safe.
But somewhere still lurks
that uncarved heart, not fashioned
of alabaster.
How else could she glow so inwardly?
With no legs to walk her away from her location
no arms to wrap around her body
no mouth to speak about her anger.
For who said the goddess wished always
to live on display?
Aphrodite, may your living women walk
past you and may your marble hips
become their bones and their legs
walk you away with soft deft steps
may your white shoulders merge
on their slender arms as if to sprout wingtips.
But, most of all may your heart fall from your
broken body
as your children carry it away
to the sea, returned and free.
Hestia
I wanted to write
Hestia
the invisible
goddess who
sits inside the fire
her warmth spreading
slow and deep like the
ripples of a pebble
tossed
into the ocean.
But perhaps
instead
it offers wisdom
to allow her stay
unwritten.
To hold her
as if a spark
inside the chambers
of the heart
her warmth spreading
slowly, unseen
unheard, unknown
but present.
Anna
Lovely poems!
I too was enamored with Greek and Peloponnesian history. Story telling hasn't much changed in all these years.
I too was enamored with Greek and Peloponnesian history. Story telling hasn't much changed in all these years.
Hopefully this works. I don't have a Twitty account. Will someone let me know if it does. Never mind it did 
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