Oceans
the home of our birth in ancient times we weren’t happy there
everyone was trying to eat us we crawled out on dry land grew feet attached to legs
stood upright we declared we were king of the roost
above all others we needed a god and created one in our image
of course it was the boy child we took charge worshiped our own image
and if we were worshiping him itt had to be our god women were at the bottom of the
heap after all she was just a girl
the tides still rise and fall within us/governed by the moon we try to ignore
our origins we say we were born again in his word
the artist can say anything about his creation without concern for what is seen
no that is not me ignore my scales see i breathe air
i don’t belong under the sea i only sail there in a bright green boat
June 7, 2017
11 comments:
A poignant piece on creation and the creator, on the need for spirituality, and a longing for balance and equality, for happiness and freedom.
That's what I gathered from it all. Very intriguing. Warm greetings.
I love the image of that bright green boat!
Your poetry reminds me very much of abstract art. They require study.
Love that someone else sees what I see in your words (Bev). Love your history lesson so neatly tied all together. He may sail forever in his bright green boat, but if he fails (and his is doing just that) to take care and respect of that vessel, he will find himself back at the beginning of history, trying to learn, once again, how to breathe under the weight of his own doing.
Elizabeth
I'm thinking it might be a good idea if humans could evolve in reverse--would that be re-volve or de-solve? We cannot stay away, so much of our soul is tied into our origin. Good one.
The poem appears to have a mythical spirit in it. So wonderful to read.
I love that you have a voice and sail in that green boat - girls and women deserve a voice
Ah! The vanity, the mischief and the complacency of humans- we become our gods to reach the top of this chain but what would that leave us with?
I like the line breaks; they add a certain rhythm in the verse matching the turbulence.
-HA
"I don't belong under the sea. I only sail there." LOVE these words and always admire the form you use for your writes.
scattered wisdom.
I love, 'everyone was trying to eat us'. And all of it really (though I don't think the boy child was the very first deity we came up with; I think that was the Goddess). I like the insouciant ending.
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