The Friday Poem on 27/09/2024
In this witty, inviting party of a poem everything is amazing, even the shoes. Language is drunk on itself, blissed out. Expression slides in and out of cliché — but even the girly hype is precisely right. Oh, and the moral imperative is to-die-for:”The earth will have gentleness / at any cost”. Yes, and yessss.
“Party” as Both Verb and Moral Imperative
This is a peace my lovelies, you are a goddess
and you are a goddess and YOU are a goddess—
I love you, you look amazing and I love your shoes.
The parched tamped grasses call us like a bed—
let us rest upon the festival ground
with the dust in our hair, in the long blue solstice twilight.
Every care I had is smoothed by wine
I was created to praise—oh the many blessings
of good time gals—all grace, all remedy, all laughter
bedazzled by you. The earth will have gentleness
at any cost and the sun will have its way,
the light goes and goes and goes—
