Feb 8
by Kait Mauro
I cast a spell - writing down my wish, folding it carefully (this is sacred) and lighting it on fire, almost letting the flames reach my fingertips before dropping it into a bowl of waiting water and watching it burn. I wear all black and my crystal necklace. I wish for the strength to do what I know I need to do. I wish for him to have the strength also. Call it a spell or a prayer or a ritual; it worked.
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Continuing with trying to write a poem everyday in February
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It is let down by its structure.
I cast - writing down my wish, folding it carefully (this
is sacred) and lighting it
on fire, almost letting
the flames reach my fingertips before dropping it into a bowl
of water, watching it burn. I wear all black and my crystal
necklace. I wish for
the strength to do what I know
I need to do. I wish for him
to have the strength also.
It is fascinating whenever females write love poems that they are almost reinforcing their unconscious narcisstic desires.
Female love poetry lacks humility, I think it is because it is due to social conditioning.
Think about it objectively, where would humanity be without male literature?
This isn't a love poem. It's about quitting smoking yesterday. And I think your comments are pretty sexist and rude, Samuel.
No, my comments are true.
And truth is often rude.
I have rituals, too. Lovely of you to write about it.
Well done, Kait.
Think of Blowin in the Wind, How many times must a woman walk down, before you call her a woman. Just doesn't sound right. You just know Bob was talking about everyone. Now when Maya Angelou (a terrible writer, praised for the fact she is a bourgeoise black woman) was talking about Phenomenal Woman it was obvious she was just talking about the one thing and it was just an expression of female narcissim. WHat do we have to rival the greatest male songwriters? Joni Mitchell? The best she could do was a mention of the power of the smell of her vagina on her fingers.
Women do not suffer in the same way that men, men suffer differen tly to the extent that they are driven to turn inward and ultimately express the human condition to the best of their ability.
That is in spite of the likes of Hardaway.
A lot packed in these few lines. ***
I burn sage at special times, Kait. Haven't thought to wear black then, but I like the idea. This is nice.
(you know you can delete offensive comments if you wish, altho sometimes leaving them up reveals the offender's egomania to others.)
I think this needs more.
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Really liked this*