A Poem & A Question

But first the poem:

Preface: the following poem is loosely based on the mythological tale of Hippolyte (queen of the Amazons) and Herakles aka Hercules who, after sent on a quest to take her belt, fell in love with her. Hera then sent false word to the Amazons saying that Herakles was there to kill their queen and so they attacked. Herakles killed many Amazons in that battle, including Hippolyte.

Hippolyte Reincarnate
a Modern Day Tragedy

born and raised as an Amazon
in the harsh reality of a fatherless
home, she was taught the value of
self and to look out for
self and to distrust those of the
weaker
sex


with a determination unbreakable,
she strode through life breaking
hearts and taking charge
vowing to never fall prey
to those of the
Y
chromosome


sepia skinned, almond eyed, and
with hair like lamb's wool, she stood tall
embracing her heritage
reveling in the untold power
that lay in her
graceful
hands


she was queen
epitome
of all Amazons


until the day in which she saw the sun
rise in the eyes of a lad...the strongest of men
a demi-god and a legend, on a quest
to steal the queen's heart he won her hand and
her
love


powerless under his gaze
she fell and with her the hopes of her clan
as she bore
babe...after
babe...after
babe...all in the sake of his...name
for the sake of his...love
and when her hero took flight with his treasure,
her strength shattered
the fallen heroine slowly...died inside
and piece...by piece...by piece...
her once fortified soul faded and the dreams
she once held dear became no more than a


myth


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and now the question...what are your thoughts on this poem? how does it make you feel as a man or a woman?

normally i dont ask others specific questions about my work save, 'what do you think' but i got an interesting response today in which someone called the poem sexist propaganda. which struck me as odd and kinda funny given the fact that that wasnt my intention in writing the piece. but enough from me, im waiting to hear from you.

Bless
CBrava

Breaking the Silence

Can’t believe that it’s been a month to the day since I’ve written a post, but I guess that’s just how it can be sometimes. There’s a lot of information out there in the world about a vast amount of topics, and I’m still trying to get a hold of it all. There is a lot…a LOT of talking going on right now about whatever is sensational and of the moment…frankly I’m disgusted with how we pose and postulate, but don’t act. I know I’ve said it before, but that’s just how I feel. And so…with all the ‘talking’ going on, I just didn’t want to say anything, though I had my own opinions on what’s been going on…I just didn’t want to speak/write. So I haven’t until now.

Life…is beautiful…though it puts a strain on us at times, but overall I am happy and blessed. Today I did something I haven’t don’t in awhile…I wrote a poem. Poetry is a love of mine, but he and I haven’t been vibing lately because as good as he and I can be together, sometimes I just need my space. And it’s only when I’m in the most despair and looking for the words to express how I’m feeling that I come back to him, and we make up and it’s all good till I get into one of my moods and give him the silent treatment. Yea, so here:



swans don’t sing
swans don’t sing / as they
perish
they release a wail that haunts your soul / a
wail that bemoans
the beauty of what once was never to
be come(s) its last
will & testament as it trans(ends) this
plane to the next

listen to me children and i
will sing you a song without words or melody / i
sing it (f)orte in the key of maj#r regret at
3/5th time / i will sing you the swan song
of a flock so in love with its
own plumage that they never aspired
to learn to fly / and so they perished earthly beings
though they were created to soar

s.gray 2007

live.laugh.love...
CBrava