She is fierce perfection,
parallel to the sky,
matching rock for rock.
The sky’s diamonds sparkle for her
and we stomp on her beauty,
each day, yet she is soft leather
under our ignorance.
They talk about her like I do not know
already. She is arid,
angry!
She stretches over death,
impregnating fire
with fire. She is malignant perfection
and I am her sister.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
A well-executed crescendo. The last line really kicks.
The cadence here is thrilling, especially the way it paces at the end.
Words without heart would not be effective, thank youBouncing Balls
very nice poem!
Maggie! I truly get this imagery of our ever changing planet; it is harshly morbid and yet a tenderly beautiful description of that which lies under our feet. Keep writing, keep searching, you will find the truth you seek.
Brilliant as usual, Maggie 🙂
exceptional. can’t wait to get your book in my hands
the poem are so powerful
Love that punch at the end!!!
I have nominated you for an award for your poetry. You can see the qualifications at
http://shoe1000.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/award-for-the-myth-makers/
I nominated you because of your writing and the role you play in life. Mr. Campbell stated it better than I ever could.
Once again, thanks for being there.