oh
desperate Pearl
in the mud
tuck in your bitterness
behind your apron's ties
for fables of a surreal life
only lead astray
relationships
that are forced upon a body
and its trampled mind
the the enslaving Chaucer's
or your time
with but mere threads of grace
remarkable courage is born
one day closer to freedom
you pace
the oppressed secretly weave
their heart shawls
out of shackles shed
long since the spirit's fall
inspiration is a mysterious
catalyst
even upon adversity's fevered brow
rise up from the former ashes of
your inner dignity
to become your own human idea
of the gentle Beautiful Jim Key
that horse of a slave
who raced to win purse strings
and won the hearts of many................
(Feb. 27, 2008 845pm)