Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.
Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are repurposed as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
within silent complexity.
Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
quietly feeling unresolved
in silent external/internal wars?
Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego-independent bodies,
Between original health-tooled womb
And today's wealth-weaponed tidal means,
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent patriarchal dissonance
revoicing maternal confluence,
between quiet health-wombed rememories.
Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
for hearing beatific Truths,
rekindling communicating Lives;
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2020
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