You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘vindication’ tag.

A Poem Inspired by a Bottle of Wine

 

An angel hovers –

Robes floating around her –

Billowing breezes come.

Her sword is ready

 

For the kill. When wrongs

Are done, do we do

The work of Vengeance

Or allow Karma

 

To do his work? Smite

Those who wrong and who

May never know

The blame to accept.

 

A bottle of wine

Banshee and Angels

Sell pressed grapes

And 11.6% alcohol.

 

Vindicated: when all

Is again right with

The world.

 

Smite: people do

Not use this word enough

Anymore.

 

The Angel raises her sword

Above her robes; do not

Distract her from

Her delicate work.

 

This is Poem #30 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

I appreciate your feedback as these poems are not “finished,” and I intend to go back into many of them in the future.

How could you allow

Yourself to become

Such a caricature

 

Of a human being –

Being nasty and mean

And letting your

 

Pointed face lead?

Under your tall, thin

Frame, flowers die.

 

But once removed –

The sun can shine

And new buds  –

 

Seeds planted

 

Before your shadow

Came – will push up

Through the loam

 

And years of compost,

Healthy, revived

In spring – to stretch

 

Green, vibrant, joyful.

Blonde Bitch, your

Reign of terror

 

Over this garden

Is over. You’re

The invasive species

 

Sprayed with Round-up.

Eradication makes room

for what is meant to be.

 

This is Poem #15 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

I appreciate your feedback as these poems are not “finished” yet, and I intend to go back into many of them in the future.

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

 

 

Goodreads

Lady Diction’s Calendar

April 2020
M T W T F S S
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930