Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Goddess Suburbia

My hair is the only hint
that there's a goddess
beneath this ball cap;
not quite gone to crone,
despite the silver strands.

Sheltered in my hollows
is a ripeness
born of doing
and a pearl -
rough wrought -
the blooming
of seven years of sand.

For Open Link Night at dVerse

Also, Baby Puppy and I were interviewed by the most fabulous Sherry Blue Sky over at Poet's United.  Go see!

32 comments:

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Like fine wine, Mama Z.

Daydreamertoo said...

awww...and all the more beautiful for those years too.
Did you see the one I wrote for your photograph at Toads on Monday?

Brian Miller said...

that number 7 is popping all over today...ah, we knew you were a goddess any way...smiles.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, yes! Like fine wine and a goddess to boot!! Never doubted it for a minute!

Claudia said...

ha...7 years of sand make for a great pearl...you know...

ayala said...

Mama Zen...another fine write :)

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Well, I'm finally glad you admitted it - I knew it all the time. Loved this.

Steve King said...

A goddess should always have a pearl and strands of silver. The "blooming of seven years of sand..." Is a great ending to wrap up a great middle born of a great beginning. There's such large content in these few lines. Very nice job.

Fireblossom said...

Here's the best compliment i can give you:

I am jealous of this poem.

Heaven said...

I like that pearl and seven years of sand ~

hedgewitch said...

So we make the jewel of self..out of pain grit and annoyance, and building over them. Nice one, MZ.

marousia said...

Fantastic as always - you lift my spirits

Fred Rutherford said...

Very nice MZ, love the second stanza. Thanks.

Pat Hatt said...

Can you grant wishes too? Or do you require a sacrifice?..lol

lori said...

Very nice :) I'm a baseball hat kind of girl, too.

Carol Steel 5050 said...

This is so full to bursting with rich ripe imagery. Fine writing, especially the last part of the second stanza.

turtlememoir said...

Lovely, MZ, especially everything :) - and I never for one moment doubted you were a goddess...

Zouxzoux said...

Mamma Goddess - yes, indeed.

mrs mediocrity said...

a perfect pearl of a poem...

Margaret said...

I do love the poem... but I am not canceling my hair appointment this weekend ... :)

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

always Goddess at whatever age in fact more so because of the wisdom of good hair and face products. I like real and humorous poem.
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Brendan said...

You really are the ayatollah of short poems, MZ - in a couple of stanzas you get exactly were the poem needs to go. The Goddess thrives here in the 'burbs, both Demeter and Kore, the one still regnant under a ball cap and the other pearling into a sentience and ardor out of the sands of time. Brilliant. - Brendan

manicddaily said...

lovely. k.

vivinfrance said...

A lovely little poem, the best kind.

Anonymous said...

Love this:

"Sheltered in my hollows
is a ripeness"

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PattiKen said...

Hey, there's nothing wrong with 'crone.' Crone is a good thing, a title earned and well-deserved through years of putting up with uncertain and tentative.

pandamoniumcat said...

We all become jewels, and goddesses, yes I can live with that too! Great poem!

haikulovesongs said...

you're def a poetry goddess, MZ!

so fun to see/hear you sing at Poets United!

Teresa said...

Wonderful!

darkangelwrites said...

I'm intrigued by the 7 years. An especially annoying relationship or job I'm guessing. I think I tend to let my grit stick around much to long! :) I really liked this one Goddess.

kaykuala said...

It' funny how 7 years can be so compelling. It took a gap of every 7 years for the stock market to turn around, the 7 year itch, 7 years in the phases of change in man ie when reflecting at 7,14,21,28 we experienced dramatic changes. Great write MZ.

Hank

happygirl said...

Love the image of silver streaks in the long locks of a goddess. I'm getting tired of the dying and wondering if I can release my inner goddess. This makes me yearn for my authenticity