You the wine juggler
Hiding your ladies to lamp
Velveting their veins
Pouring pitchers of dismay
The comfortable change
Where color no longer congregates
Indulging the appropriate plumed air
The pardons that inherit
Fluffy clouds with emblems
Convincing cattle water without words
Weary words of public silence
Comfortless as salt
Guarding wallets and bank accounts
Guiding the thirsty dearest of prides
This poem lives
It lives where feet grow together
With toes well enough to diagnose
Permanently bulging foreheads to think with heart
So hope your message is heard
fingers crossed ; )
Excellent artistic expression on an important topic Mari… appreciate you
That would be splendid!
“Weary words of public silence”…. very powerful stuff…
I didn’t know you were so political, dear lady….
Ah . . I tend to dab in those quarters from time to time.
Thank you. And how are you??
Mari, your words should be sent to ALL politicians throughout the world…if they would only spend ONE DAY in the life of someone who has nothing–maybe their minds would open up to their greed…many people suffer because of one person’s greed
I wish, and hope, anyone’s voice to reach, someday.
Thank you!