Born Of Storms: A Primal Brew

Born of storms and hurricanes
Nursed at the breasts of the  monsoon rains

Thunder dandled me on her lap like a prize
And lightning taught me how to be wise

Violet colored I became electric
Mystical musings my soul eclectic

Tonight I stood beneath a navy sky trembling in the autumn winds
The white sparkling stars so clear they became my lens

Glistening neath the starlight escapade
I realized life is truly a charade

Value is only valuable because we ascribe it so
Fickle humanity….we are our own foe

Evolve, come play with me
I wish to wash your feet in the sea

Dreamscapes unfurling in the quiet of the night forest
“I love you with all that I am” my heart and mind chorused

Shall I really be taken into the sky?
Will these naked branches witness me cry?

I can hear the gentle rustling of crunchy leaves
Longing for harvest and without any sheaves

I walked alone beneath an indigo sky
A woman in the woods.  A catcher in the rye.

Surely I misunderstand
As I am misunderstood

But, how will I ever stand
Except here in the dark of the wood

I am elemental in my being
I don’t appreciate experimental seeing

My road has never been paved
It wasn’t fitting that my trauma be waived

It made me who stands before you today
My poetry my progeny my indelible way

You know what I’d really like to do?
I’d like to pound the ground into a primal brew

Clink a big cheers to my sister Venus
Have a scandalous laugh with the ghost of Remus

Swirling mythology mixed with symbology
I laid foundations without apology

Cozett Contemplates

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