It Took You
by
Sage Sweetwater
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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It took you to get
me to get to another
top title,
after years of healing,
I strapped myself in
the cherry picker and
asked the crane worker
to lift me up to the Nesters,
dwarfed by the sign,
the Indigo neon blinked
a cluster of stars, I
summoned the Starship
800 miles from the Las
Vegas Strip, rekindling
the past, Roswell, New
Mexico, July 8, 1947,
commanding general
of the Eighth Air Force
covered us up with a
weather ballon and
anthropomorphic
dummies.
ranch houses
were ransacked,
livestock wooden
floors pried loose,
and cold storage
fruit cellars were
emptied,
my terrestrial origin
hushed, I cried out
for my others, the
victims of the wreck
in/on the disc, and
when no sound echoed
back to my painful query,
or no alien corpses surfaced,
I journeyed to Badlands,
South Dakota,
I witnessed the
reintroduction of
the black-footed
ferret, the stories
rose from the vapors
of the charcoal campfires,
I scanned the enemy
from the top of the
Badland Walls,
after years of healing,
It took you to get
me to get to another
top title, I roped myself
and asked the Great
Sioux Spirits to lift me
up to the Nesters, I did
hear there were alien corpses
on the gurneys.
Copyright 10/28/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
11/4/2009 |
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In the moments of denial the commanders became liars for history's sake but we know. Yes! Sage! WE KNOW!!!
Love ans best wishes,
Susan |
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| Reviewed by Jena Ayro |
11/3/2009 |
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The tapestry blending
lifes times and the
dream of what is seen
as well as needed.
Origami in style with
bends, curles in the
important places, made
mobile.. motivating, a
reflection with self
envelopment.
Well done Sage.. you
have the hands of time.
Thanks for the read. |
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| Reviewed by Leslie Hoffman |
10/30/2009 |
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Sage, I am (contentedly) overwhelmed by the expanse of this poem; left with the sense of having had an out-of-body experience; observing history from a non-linear perspective.
~leslie |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
10/30/2009 |
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Mysteriously familiar, your narrator has taken me on a different kind of ride this time. From top to bottom, from realistic detail to surreal atmospheres, from life to death... such a roller coaster. Great writing and spirit.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
10/30/2009 |
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| You have an incredible way with words...and an incredible way to tell a story...such beautiful work. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
10/30/2009 |
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A lovely, compelling, and meaningful poetice account, Sage. It's not your usual style but it's great. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/29/2009 |
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Sage,
What a pleasure it is to read you again, and it's good you're back posting your beautiful work.
So much I admire in this poem, the use of 'you' intimate and personal and yet generic, the choice of words, the phrasing, the storyline itself and the cheer confidence in the writing.
John |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/29/2009 |
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Such a departure from your usual style, but then again, history comes alive in provocative, well penned lines - the images are startling. Well done, Sage.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
10/29/2009 |
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| Whatever "You" did was signficant, Sage, whether their intentions were good or ill - the result is magnificence anyways! Getting to the top seems to be very thematic in this poem, symbolic, and I love the juxtapose of the fact with the sci-fi - very surreal. A change of time and tempo for you, perhaps, as you take this measured over-view, but there is still spit-and-baccy in your rugged, journalistic style and intense attention to detail. I find your writes make us very rapt... and wrapped... consumed very much in the moment of what you're saying. This seems visionary. I somehow missed driving right through the centre of Roswell on my roadtrip earlier this year and lost my way on the Routes round it... still, it's strange light and flatness I found quite confusing and disorientating; there is a barrenness, like the clanking of a defunct wind/water tower in a desert, so all your keen cinematic imagery sketches in very vivid detail of all the seen and unseen forces at work. Love the way this pans in and out. Am feeling myself strangely sucked into this... The spirit of Roswell lingers, like those alien corpses on the gurneys (great word!). I adore how we don't need to know the whole storyline and plot to be mesmerised by your tales, Sage! Good to be reading your poetry again! xx |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
10/29/2009 |
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It's so good to read you again Sage, whatever gave you the jolt to write,I'm sure thankful. You are so special and we learn so much from you! Hope you hang out here for awhile!;-)
Love,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
10/29/2009 |
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Great poem, Sage; well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
10/29/2009 |
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| Loved the story you conjured up in that very fertile mind of yous / No one does it like Sage / No one / Roswell? / Ah, I don't think so . . . |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/29/2009 |
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| i love the revealing here-you are an amazing woman and an inspiration |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
10/28/2009 |
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Sage,
This is supremely written. I felt your energy in every word. It took you to get me to get to another...wow, some depth of perception and kismet moments staring into the abyss channeling such spirits to write this stellar poetry!
Those Sioux Spirits are working overtime, my dear.
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Eugene Williams |
10/28/2009 |
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| your mind wanders beyond the reaches of most it is a gift to see tomorrow while standing still in the shallow waters of today looking beyond is a gift very good observational poem |
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