GED

(tennessee anemone)

compensation for contemplations of

condensation,

lightning and tears on the moon,

white as christmas

lit bright as venus in august,

but the rain dissipated a phantom amongst

ghosts, ghouls

bearing gifts yellow-wrapped

and shining like jewels; the crack-

pipe lit bright as venus

in august, like semis on I-40 highways,

gone in the wind…  A blur

o! come spring in Tennessee

o! glorious spring; gorgeous, the swans

floating within the season of freedom

beholding love’s knowledge in all its’

subtle meaning - venus (but a spot

in the background playyard

a’gleaming like subtle woe)

is well beyond the janus of demeaning;

the flower of the wind:

Anemone

i love this city

but shall we drop

our historied tragedies, off

with the masks - been done

is the lesson-sermon of grade school…

thank YHWH

for my GED is what i do, and

for the gift

of poetry through-and-true

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke