AAHHH! Wowsa…again with the metaphor choice that I love!!
Green Beans…human “beans”…and again you can launch from there. I really REALLY like how this one turned out, sitting here a couple of years later.
the snap of those fresh green beans
the smell of fresh linen
infused with lacy scents of
fresh baked bread lingering
the sound like
*past* and *present* and *future*
period. period. period.
and my heart the ellipsis that lingers
like the freshly baked bread…
Breaking Beans | Charissa’s Grace Notes
Love, Poem, Poetry, Redemption
Becoming, Being, Grace, Love, mercy, Poem, Poetry, Redemption, Resurrection, Sanctification, Transformation, transition
This was a couple years ago…”viking” is metaphor for “patriarchy”…and the rest should follow naturally…
I’m no Viking, not me!
Pshaw…I do not sail
on waves like crops,
oars for ploughs
and battle lust for seed.
I shudder at the thought!
Of harvest moments
in peaceful lands
and no limits but my lusts
and the certainty of loss
at the end of Ragnarok…
Reaping Waves | Charissa’s Grace Notes
Abuse, Charissa Grace, Gender Issues, Poem, Poetry, Sexuality
Abandonment, Abuse, Acceptance, Becoming, Being, Bullying, Charissa Grace, cisgender privilege, Death, Faith, Fear, Freedom, gender policing, Grace, Holy Spirit, homophobia, Hope, Jesus, Lady Grace, Loneliness, Loss, Love, mercy, Misogyny, Murder, Poem, Poetry, Sorrow, Transformation, transition, transphobia