You, who are situated at the intersection
of literature and science, eyeing the one eye of God;
a frowning, dark, watching eye that does not blink
but only grows rounder and angrier.
You gravitate towards this place
that stretches to take you in, and yet,
you are crushed by the spasm
that traps your Cowper’s flow. It takes
only one but we are selective at our center.
This curvature of spacetime is the home
you wish to return to, but, cannot do more
than leave auspicious punctuation points;
Great Hopes that, if you cannot be swallowed,
you can at least bequeath your progeny that event
where man’s geometry does not apply any more.
Time is redundant here, my lover, my one night stand,
my John, my jack, since light is bent here.
This God’s Eye of Goddess grown round
allows you a moment’s repose to swim free
of the mess you have created here.
Oh, that you should have given alms to the ancients.
Past horizons began with such a small concave, inwards
on small implosions. You have a distorted sacred.
It is sacred that we expel you,
crushed and squalling into this hateful place.
This Godly Eye, is eyeing the misogynistic mistake
that you think will set you free. It is for naught.
You have polluted the sisters, mothers, daughters,
with the meanness that would crush stars.
We almost squeeze the life from you to remind you.
Did you think that Great Eye did not see
unworthiness of this ungentled stroke
to some far and fantastical place you forgot about;
That place where amniotic creation dislodges
a hope that you could learn honor us?
Author notes
www.bbc.co.uk/science/space/images/wallpaper/blackhole_large.jpg
The world seesm to ahve forgotten the sacred partnership women have with the Creator. We seem, so often, to have become jsut another black hole. I would suggest that it is seen. Without us, without the sacred, man is doomed.
Written July 9th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Imagination by perdisbeaute.
300 points, ended July 13, 2006, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
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I could never see you as a raging feminist. You are open to discussion with males, have a sense of humor, and seem to embrace culture of heterosexuality. These are ideals and traits not readily accepted by modern feminists.
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A wonderful and profound poem here. I applaud your words and the thoughts behind them. Yes, the female is sacred, still a mystery and addiction for most men. Life is sacred. May the Goddess enlighten us all. Great writing. Blessings. James
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this talks about so much more than simply being helpmate...it really is talking about how we are born from the women's body and how it was once sacred.
I really want to thank you for finding the typo. As I said, the eye sees what it wants and so do spellcheckers. *grins wryly at how easily it is to make errors* You make my writing better by finding these for me. Tks again. -
thank you NeferititQueen. thanks to Lost-soul maybe, I have been made aware of a typo that event he spell checks on both word document and the spell check on AP missed. Funny how one's eye sees what it wants too. ...and I was "eying" it too. LOL... I have taken the liberty to fix it.
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Sometimes we have to live in our darkness for a time to know our lights. You think?
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Indeed with out women who are suppose to be men's helpmate there would be no human race.
But you made a typo in this line
This Godly Eye, is eying the misogynistic mistake
it should be instead of eying it should be eyeing -
This is slpended and i love the meaning you got from it. It shows a lot of creativity and so does your wrting.
Well done! -
Yes..we can reclaim the power. I worked with a 65 year old female murderer. She stabbed her abusive husband 30 times after he broke her hands. She spoke elequently about living her darkness and about reclaiming herself. Her face and soul reflected the peace that in jail whe found within herself.
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Oh my, Providence, you have a tough job. I would suspect many you deal with have learned to barter. It is when we work and learn to cre about our wounded, that we see how muich they are a part of their own wounding. How do we ever earn that sacredness back? do we start with those who are already sold ont he idea, or do we start at the other end of the scale. I believed ins tarting at the other end of the scale. In my twnety years of work, I attempted to amke a difference. Even success with one was more than I could ahve wished for.
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Somewhere along the line, we have forgotten our sacredness, as well. working with troubled youth, I have seen girls become the predators. Seriously..they are scary. The poor male teachers shuddered as they taught at the same place for years and watched these girls come up the ranks. I did not blame them.
You knew of course, that some tribes never kissed....as it was too sacred to share body fluids so carelessly. There was a time and place and the cross-breathing and sharing was part of potential life-giving. Only then were kisses shared.
Trying to get this concept through to today's generation of youth is difficult at best.
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You are so right. What I am speaking to, really, is that intimacy can be lost to sex. It has become, for so many, a simple act of relief. Somewhere along the line, sharing sacred body fluids has lost its sacredness, to so many. If I do this..I will get that...the ultimate trade-off and barter for many. Please do not think I am a raging feminist who think all men are perverted. Just some..lol... and it definitely goes both ways today. The User and Usee are interchangeable.
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As a woman working with women in prison, women to have forgotten their power. All to often willing to give it away and become lost is a very dark world.
Man and woman when blended become the perfection of of the creation of the Nameless Love.
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This poem has so many incredible images and thoughts. You bring to life with your words so much of such an important issue regarding women and how their are viewed and treated. Truly incredible poem. Good luck in the contest. -
Very powerful and personal. From a man's perspective, it's hard to figure where to stand on this. Empathy could be seen as forced, or as a facade to baser needs, or even as an attempt to disguise apathy or indifference. As a man I can see the economic end of relationships even though most women can support themselves they still take from the man leaving him void. This poem could lead to some great discussions from many. Great write.
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