courage is fathered
in a rank wretched bed
where masculine fear
lies down with his gorgon
in a choking embrace
expelling her peril
till foul becomes fair
and soiled linen creases
unfold in bright riots
of fortified flowers
that girdle the breast
with petals of armor
and freshen the beard
with fragrance of dignity
cleansing the air
for the first natal breath
of the manchild valor
now growing proud wings
in the belly where fear
hid his auspicious seed
Wonderful imagery! Great poem!
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Unable to draw or paint, I try hard for word images. Glad it worked for you.
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Your imagery is great. I, too, am unable to paint what I want to express so resort to words or photography.
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Sensual…and real…
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Your comment is much appreciated.
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This is chillingly vivid. Thank you.
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I thank YOU for the affirming comment.
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How glorious!
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That makes me smile.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Courage is fathered of a manly lust for power…interesting theory
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no lust for power here – merely fear as the sire of courage
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I don’t know about anyone else, but that made me laugh, from the word gorgon on…. 🙂
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that can happen
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