Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Oceans/ Poets United -- Midweek Motif

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:

Blogoratti said...

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.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the image of that bright green boat!

indybev said...

Your poetry reminds me very much of abstract art. They require study.

beware-undertow said...

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

Susan said...

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.

Sumana Roy said...

The poem appears to have a mythical spirit in it. So wonderful to read.

Jae Rose said...

I love that you have a voice and sail in that green boat - girls and women deserve a voice

howanxious said...

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

lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com said...

"I don't belong under the sea. I only sail there." LOVE these words and always admire the form you use for your writes.

Rachel Gloria Mayer Walsh Schapiro said...

scattered wisdom.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

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.