Dimestore Shoes Poet Rhyme

Plato's Solilique

Plato's Solilique
So we join the protest of the war
with six others by the hardware store
we carry signs and cars honk us 
wave at angry others who jeer us,
we find democracy, gasping, alive
lifting a stone off something that died..
It was poetry of the suburban streets
read to the unwashed.. SUVs
I am unwashed, unheardof, unashamd
unnoticed, unprepared, unaimed, 
a bottle hits Patrick full throttle
It was neither half full nor half empty.
He is Plato on the steps
of the Parthenon, debating
the course of the republic
with the cars, interchanging 
and the roman troops,
over the Tiber, congregating..

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Carolyn Devonshire January 17, 2010 at 8:03 AM Guess we've picked up the torch from Plato and you are carrying on his crusade with power, Dimestore. I appreciate your comments, negative or positive, but cannot offer anything but encouragement to the wonderful poets on this site who got me going again after my father's death. There's a terrific sense of community here and it is a very special place to me. Welcome to the Soup Family. Best wishes on all your writing endeavors, Carolyn

Donna Golden January 6, 2010 at 10:00 PM Relevant today, as then. Great write, DS! Thanks for your kind comments. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Those moments we can only hold each other up.