The tyrants bore

What is the voice
that grumbles thus
and slams the weight of
iron onto my back
Sinking me
a half foot length into the ground
like it's sand?

I suppose you could say
I am closer now
to the grit and the glass
and the ore and mineral:

Compacting and breathing like
a mountain range beneath me
or like a field revolving
stirring its fertile furrows through.

Can I see down here
beneath the tyrants bore
what I'm really made of?


Spinning in my head
like a Catherine Wheel of tension:
A swirl of grievance,
a tight twirl of rage
(akin to throbbing)
Interlacing my skull with points of sorry.

I am learning to respond to me.
Ro notice me there in the echoes and emanations.
I am learning to speak
to me.
I the many faced hag,
priestess, angel afear'

Alight my tounge -
I spit out your creation!
I am skin-sworn before the

Written: 2020
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(SoulPOETree on Youtube)

Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2021-04-26 at 20:43

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The language is kinetic, lively. Must check out the video!

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There is something wonderful and deeply moving in hearing the poem read aloud, the oral and aural, also, the visual of your setting.

I had forgotten that poetry is, in its essence, an oral art.

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Spinning in my head
like a Catherine Wheel of tension

These are lines that are inspired and covey such a crushing emotional image. Wow