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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
02/27/2011 Posted on 02/28/2011
Copyright © 2025 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. |
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