It took you to get
me to get to another
top title,
after years of healing,
I strapped myself in
the cherry picker and
asked the crane worker
to lift me up to the Nesters,
dwarfed by the sign,
the Indigo neon blinked
a cluster of stars, I
summoned the Starship
800 miles from the Las
Vegas Strip, rekindling
the past, Roswell, New
Mexico, July 8, 1947,
commanding general
of the Eighth Air Force
covered us up with a
weather balloon and
anthropomorphic
dummies.
ranch houses
were ransacked,
livestock wooden
floors pried loose,
and cold storage
fruit cellars were
emptied,
my terrestrial origin
hushed, I cried out
for my others, the
victims of the wreck
in/on the disc, and
when no sound echoed
back to my painful query,
or no alien corpses surfaced,
I journeyed to Badlands,
South Dakota,
I witnessed the
reintroduction of
the black-footed
ferret, the stories
rose from the vapors
of the charcoal campfires,
I scanned the enemy
from the top of the
Badland Walls,
after years of healing,
It took you to get
me to get to another
top title, I roped myself
and asked the Great
Sioux Spirits to lift me
up to the Nesters, I did
hear there were alien corpses
on the gurneys.
Copyright 10/28/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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A M A Z I N G !!!! Always, and Then, Pea
I would love to know this particular galactic truths…
Not from the perspective of cover ups &
Supposed unity of calm lies…(to avoid rampant fear & mayhem worldwide)
Who’s to say other existences of life are not reality?
Realms, light years…intelligence…awareness
We know air exists…radio waves…
Just because we can’t see it does not mean it is not present
I personally believe altering forms of communication exists
And we rise to this nest of awareness…repeatedly visited
Vickie
Sheila
Love ans best wishes,
Susan
~leslie
Axilea
Regis
What a pleasure it is to read you again, and it's good you're back posting your beautiful work.
So much I admire in this poem, the use of 'you' intimate and personal and yet generic, the choice of words, the phrasing, the storyline itself and the cheer confidence in the writing.
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
This is supremely written. I felt your energy in every word. It took you to get me to get to another...wow, some depth of perception and kismet moments staring into the abyss channeling such spirits to write this stellar poetry!
Those Sioux Spirits are working overtime, my dear.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"