This theme of Manifesto has been popping up across the blogosphere so I am believing I am meant to write one. This is the beginning, thanks to Sunday Scribblings pushing me over the edge.
My manifesto will hold words like LOVE.
The dead woman's manifesto is framed with love
and has love in the center.
The dead woman is being born. Every day, more
born than the day before.
But how can that be so, she wonders.
I am dead woman.
I am born woman.
I am woman.
The poet smiles.
She is getting it.
It isn't about death.
It isn't about birth.
It is about is.
It is about am.
It is about love.
Loving being born.
Loving dying.
Loving the moments in between.
The manifesto is love
crafted into word form.
Meaning art.
Heart art.
Art being born.
Art never dying.
Poetry as ammunition.
Words as poetry.
Hand grenades, incendiary.
The poet smiles.
The poet is getting it.
Love is the ammunition.
Love is the art.
The born woman loves the poet, loves
the dead woman, loves the snoring man.
Forgives. More than she knew she could.
Loves the screaming children.
Forgives them. More than she knew she could.
The poet's manifesto is framed with love.
And has love at the center.
I am dead woman.
I am born woman.
I am woman.
The poet smiles.
She is getting it.
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An enigmatic, rhythmic manifesto that would suit the female poet longing to orchestrate her own sound!
Posted by: Gemma @ Greyscale | December 25, 2010 at 08:58 PM
"The poet's manifesto is framed with love.", how true! :-)
Posted by: Nirmala | December 25, 2010 at 09:34 PM
And love is all about dying to oneself and just loving unreservedly. At least I think I'm seeing that in your well-crafted poem.
Posted by: Lilibeth | December 26, 2010 at 05:12 AM
the words..the picture...how you put everything together awakens my mind and makes me glad I stopped in. to see...to understand..to forgive...to love
excellent
Posted by: Old Grizz | December 26, 2010 at 05:34 AM
Julie, this niggles at the part of me that really isn't part of who I AM...the remnants of stories that no longer serve, the judgments that hold me back from love...the part I want to die to.
Posted by: Susan | December 26, 2010 at 05:52 AM
She is getting it, the progression on this piece is awe inspiring and wonderful as we follow along the growth pattern. Very well done! Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: LeiffyV | December 26, 2010 at 06:44 AM
I love this, and I am smiling.
Posted by: kelly | December 26, 2010 at 07:48 PM
Really inspiring. Like an innoculation. Protection against. Strength from within. You are one to watch. Cheers in the new year.
Posted by: Wendy | December 27, 2010 at 05:52 AM
This was super! A beautiful piece of work.
Posted by: Lisa | December 27, 2010 at 08:17 AM
what a woman with LOVE centered in life.
incredible entry,
Happy New Year.
Posted by: Jingle poetry | December 28, 2010 at 11:51 AM
Hope that you have enjoyed a lovely Christmas break.
keep writing,
keep sharing..
Posted by: Jingle | December 28, 2010 at 11:52 AM