Queen Democracy in flowing skirt
caught me staring at her
on a windy afternoon walk.
With a lovely smile
framing her lovely face,
she stepped up to the car window
and asked:
"Liked what you saw?"
I replied:
"O Queen Democracy
inconsistent were the winds
consistent were thy hands;
the wind promised changes:
but thy hands didn't let it deliver."
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Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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Now that is a metaphor well understood and seductively written. A tease you might say where what is desired and dreamed of is thwarted by its own structure and winds of fortune. Loved it
Thank you very much for your read and words of encouragement. Appreciate your support 🙏
You are most welcome Rebellions it is a pleasure
Tremendous work.
Thank you very much 🙏
Rebellion, this is satire with poise, which I absolutely love. Democracy appears radiant and approachable, yet the refusal to release control exposes the deeper contradiction. The final reply reframes desire into accountability, and that shift is where the poem really shines. Strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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