Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Brighter Tomorrow

a brighter tomorrow

do you remember blue,

back in the days when whores
were temple women 
welcoming stranger and friend alike
into warm passionate embrace
in the service of the mother goddess?

when making love was not a shame
but a joy of celebration 
and defiling the land 
was a sin against the creator
because it was the body of our mother 
who brought us here, fed us, clothed all 
and gave beauty free for the looking.

blue, myriad blue is disappearing 

sky and sea no longer shine
they choke as cancerous lungs do
whores are sinning 
for someone else's  change 
and nickel-dime corporate hacks   
buy blue on the black market.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 29, 2017 at 9:20 AM "we park our cars in the same garage" Brilliant pen my friend, fave :) xomo! Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 29, 2017 at 1:34 PM do read my "If these rocks could talk" :) Patricia Cresswell September 29, 2017 at 10:02 AM Thank you lovely friend for seeing what is in this poem.

Russell Sivey September 29, 2017 at 4:29 AM Wow, this is a deep write my friend! You are right, you should have posted this later, or earlier than Hefner's death, oh well, what's done is done! But I get what you mean by this incredible poem, Great Work!! Patricia Cresswell September 29, 2017 at 10:08 AM Thank you Russell. The poem, I thought was rather simple in the comparison of beliefs some 25000 years ago before Patriarchy and now with Patriarchy. I realize that is a stretch but I have read many books on women's studies, Archaeology and Anthropology so my ideas are not unfounded.

Jannie Breedt September 29, 2017 at 1:25 AM Hi Patricia, another WOW over here. So apt and so controversial in contemporary short sight. Yes, we have lost the plot and you say it oh so well. At last you have a face. Now I know you will stick around for a spell. Patricia Cresswell September 29, 2017 at 2:14 AM Just call me gum. This is meant be a serious poem about the attitudes that changed when Matrarchy became Patriarchy. I might have been wrong to post it. Thank you jennie

Sohrab Rustom September 28, 2017 at 9:43 PM wow, this is good enough.

Richard Evans September 28, 2017 at 9:30 PM Wow. So provocative Pat. How ironic you posted this poem on the day Hugh Hefner died. Thanks for sharing......peace! Patricia Cresswell September 28, 2017 at 9:43 PM Thank you. I hoped it would be more about the changes in human thinking and action. Oh well best plans and all. That was a complete coincidence. Oh my name is Patricia lol lol I know terribly formal and all that but it is what I prefer.