![]() Come on InA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceMarine drops as the clouds cry dampening our skin, chickening our flesh as we seek safety in tea houses and cricket shacks.
Those oriental snack attacks know more than our newer generations.
In any case, how about we share.
Your lichen sustains your appetite while we throw candy at the acolytes.
Either way there is the power of scent which flips us into Memory Lane.
Incense, candles, perfume and cologne- grape ape lessons and bubble gum Junes.
Magical summers full of love and redemption- l'automne and l'hiver have arrived once more.
Expressions and creations for one and all in order to prove the war will fall.
Daughters and fathers united as One in mathematics, physics, time, love and chaw.
Tobaccy may be the special crop that all the aliens is after us.
Still behind they leave their patterns- lovely lessons in shapes and oh wait, Saturn even has rings too- perhaps she married lucky Jupiter.
Pluto has disappeared on us but my concern is Mother Earth.
Remember orange- the navel sacred- where your Ma granted you the gift of life and promised to love you no matter what.
Mind yourself and your manners- give her artworks and scented flowers.
Each of these will remind her still that she birthed you to this planet.
Wills are great if you don't last- but longevity exists when you have a blast- living and loving and promising help to all of those less fortunate.
Some may say I am one of those except I gave birth to a little toad- he hops and sings and dances a tune- the Stray Cat Strut and the Science loon.
So either way- I can spell Blood in my magic wax pot.
Sienna, Cream, White, Red or Green it still smells Divine- so Come on In!
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceReviews
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Added on February 16, 2008Author![]() Siddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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