White Sage Moon
by Julie Adams
She is a healing smudgstick in the sky,
who burns pure, a cycle of spiritual revival,
an ivory reset button set in the vacuous black
whisps of fumes drape from her naked form,
permeating across the bowl of her moonbelly;
all four winds taste her smoky perfume
she purifies malignant energy in the atmosphere
left a luminous porcelain arc of a hip bone
where only the fresh scent of change lingers
Posted on 02/28/2011
Copyright © 2019 Julie Adams
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Paul Lastovica on 02/28/11 at 02:15 AM|
being the avid gamer that i am, i keep falling head over heels for the image of the moon as a reset button; "porcelain arc of a hip bone" really strikes my fancy, too! :)
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/28/11 at 02:46 AM|
... excellent word choice and useage... wonderful.....
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 02/28/11 at 04:05 AM|
That first line is Supah-Chocolate!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/28/11 at 04:36 AM|
Most original take on the moon I've read in some time. Visually compelling first line - rich follow-through. Thanks for this!
|Posted by Tom Goss on 02/28/11 at 03:26 PM|
Your poetic voice is gorgeous and untamed. I am so dialed into your wavelength. Again I find myself sipping the lines of your delicious concoction - repeatedly. ;)
|Posted by Ava Blu on 03/01/11 at 11:58 PM|
Ahh ahhh ahhh!!!! Everything is exquisite!
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/02/11 at 02:10 AM|
Did this make it to the top ten? Well, if not, it should. Love this, Jewels...fitting for me to read at this time....perfect timing to be receptive to this....and I love it. Thank you for sharing your art.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/05/11 at 10:27 PM|
A very senuous and picturesque description of the moon.