Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

Tame

Tame is life homogenized into

Sameness, dull conformity.

Each city, a blueprint,

Not a fingerprint.

Mom and Pop bakers

Fired for standard fare everywhere.

Each street, the same facades.

Each house, the same architect.

The unique, bullied

Into stock, chattel to Tame.

Tame makes a cage for

The Divine Feminine.

Work, the same tedious routine

Of manageable acts.

Colors, estranged by hue

And forbidden to touch.

Fear speaks Tame,

The language of the banal,

The literal.

The word of Tame

Must not be broken,

Lest one is shunned.

Yet no forest is tame.

A path must still be forged, but

Is easily consumed by Gaia.

Gaia raises weeds,

And roses can be wild.

Trapping rivers is

Unnatural.

Tigers make hungry pets.

Cancer defies the healer.

Dogs are still wolves.

Hummingbirds seek our nectar, but are

Elusive to our touch.

Hives are still dying in our care.

Laws are illusory templates left to interpretation.

Even God’s laws cannot tame.

We still have enemies who cannot be

Brought to their knees

By guns and bombs.

Life is an illusion

Enslaved to Fear,

To Tame.

Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

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