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Coup of the Mind
by Danae Wilkin → (All Poetry by Danae Wilkin)
Monday, September 17, 2018 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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What escaping religion looks like

Coup It was a coup of the mind A melancholy mood Bandied about Beseeching rakish philosophy Those cracks in the asphalt Mixed in with coarse stones Repaired with sticky tar In lines diagonal and dendritic She walked to the red door With a code lock Automaton punching numbers Snacks of medication whirring PTSD’s rage against divinity That hurricane of tears and whips Crashing against her torn body The brain candy stirring A come to Jesus moment Rejected and availed Disconnected to reconnect For aren’t all phones possibilities? A skyward god bleached her reason But she delved into wholeness Sanity and peace Comfort-seeking light Basking apart from confusion Hedonism checked But never lost Terror became embraces An insomniac well rested Cheshire grin Made happier Through being content Woe to the reeds That became oaks Would not bend Uprooted by rigidity Inflexible hypocrites He didn’t strike me dead Die in your lies You were all wrong

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on December 28, 2018

One hell of a write.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 18, 2018

Unlike the others I found the code difficult to crack. But there certainly were parts of this that I partly understood as some sort of lashing out against something that was greatly cruel in life� Religion?

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on September 17, 2018

Even though I quit believing 40 some years ago, I still carry some religious scars. I never took or made my kids go to church, so I hope they don't carry the scars I do. Other Than that, I really can't say it better than Ed. Good to see you posting again.

Reviewed by Lark Pogue

Ed said it all. You have a rare unshackled mind, a sad genius that has the wisdom of ages. You write when you are ready. If that is only every few years, it is still worth every word. Even the title of this one gives me chills.

Reviewed by E Phillips

What a powerfully creative discourse!
You have only condensed 2,000 years of BS
served up on silver platters by goofy looking men
in funny hats and make-believe chatter. Only an
unshackled mind leaves anyone free enough to
examine life without having to swim through all
that contamination that oozes up from the minds
of those who cannot think for themselves.
Bravo! Danae. And welcome back. At least Odin
and I need you.

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

A streaming expression that jumps off the page with the pin pricks and knife wounds of scars that continue to heal, yet linger as reminder that change of heart and mind's pacification is not accomplished by the mere flicking the "aha" light switch. Rather, such rewards come by allowing experience to express itself akin to a fading sunset that inevitably must rise again, the cycle upon cycle of life that assures time truly is a great healer.