The world with its trembling oceans of salt
was formed at the beginning of time
by a goddess crying over a broken cobalt dish,
and that my dears is why the planet is blue--a blue plate special--
spinning in the void like an invincible dish
in a table-setting that we call the Milky Way.
was formed at the beginning of time
by a goddess crying over a broken cobalt dish,
and that my dears is why the planet is blue--a blue plate special--
spinning in the void like an invincible dish
in a table-setting that we call the Milky Way.
Believe you me, that all of the dish-shaped planets
full of mysterious and miraculous fare placed with care
like diamonds, in the ever expanding mystery
full of mysterious and miraculous fare placed with care
like diamonds, in the ever expanding mystery
defined as the universe, is indisputable proof that God,
is indeed, a vitreous-loving, kiln-carrying, plate-spinning woman...
is indeed, a vitreous-loving, kiln-carrying, plate-spinning woman...
lucy meskill
I shall share this with my Aunt Libby who loves her blue plates.
ReplyDeleteYou made me smile, Lucy. Love the poem, the imagery, and that wonderful photo.
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