The Lauded Lady Who ----------And She Knows Who She Is
THE LAUDED LADY WHO-------
(& U KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
This planet hasn’t a chance
If we don’t all learn the same dance
There will be no more right, only wrong
If we don’t all learn to sing the same song
Sometimes I’m privileged to speak with wisdom
Nay, not mine
Rather a woman wise
A person, like me, who widens her opened eyes
A woman who is somewhere I know not
But just like everything else her neighborhood is going to rot
And every acre will become an empty lot
So this woman writes my words for me
With more grace than I could ever summon for to be
Two separated tears to reveal the fact that my heart is hurting and so is hers
For every horrendously horrible happenstance which occurs
In what is not but that i see
I see the sacred lady in her kitchen creating a meal
She’ll eat fish but not poor abused veal
The lady sets a wondrous banquet table
While I try to do what she is so slippery able
Take a few words and deliver them to the tower of poems
While a rabid planet will decide to destroy houses and homes
This lady and I, not even together could come up with a worthy plan
No more picnics, no more family reunions, no more meetings of the entire clan
We are simply two strangers who desire quiet to hush a cacophony with a whisper
Lest the earth claim us all too loud and destroys every wondrous thing we are
privileged to see
And somewhere in this universe is a woman who thinks quite frankly like me
This planet cannot live
If more people take than those who give
This planet has a soul with a secret for a global society
And part of that society is a woman who writes my words for me
©2011.……Phreepoetree
(hey lady, yeah, you.....thanks--u may not be a librarian however you now are a muse)
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