I am on a pilrgrimage
to the land of peacocks,
charmingly (or not) barefoot
among the cattails.
(I never was one for spangles.)
They tell me a tabernacle
is a movable habitation,
so how does a flock
find its shepherd?
Arriving, I discover
the peacocks are a dying breed,
strutting about,
giving one last hurrah
to the old tired ways
of colonials clinging
to times long gone.
I'll keep looking, filtering out
the noisy nobodies
who bid us follow,
to walk the gangplank
of our deepest beliefs,
abandoning everything we know
to be true.
I am looking for leaders
with clear vision,
strong voices,
and an aura of
peacefulness, humanity, and truth.
A dying girl
in the land of peacocks,
where justice is
the only song I know.
for Shay's Word List inspired by the work of Diane Seuss, Still Life with Two Dead Peacocks and a Girl.
You have been true to your principles for as long as I have known you, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderfully imaginative way to explore and take stock of the state of the world- Jae
ReplyDeletethis is gonna sound like a strange comment, but you have impeccable punctuation (i notice these things!). i like how you follow the rules in your poetry. i know it makes a difference-- and i tell myself my own poetry would likely be better received if i took the time to "polish" it with correct punctuation, but i'm so damn lazy!! ... anyway, beautifully descriptive. LOVED. xx, ren
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ReplyDeleteto the land of peacocks” So good. Aren’t we all in our own way? And the last stanza is so powerful.
Yes, leaders with clear vision would be a wonderful gift.
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