Z.M. Wise Poems
Through Her Warrior Eyes
She sees victory.
She sees evil being vanquished.
Through her warrior eyes,
all that seems improbable
will be accomplished within a
matter of seconds.
As the faithless blindly walk on the
desolate scribbled path of indecisiveness,
she gift wraps the power to believe,
hands it to them, then rides on,
leaving behind a trail of inspiration.
Those who do not doubt will see its glow.
Its glow stretches far beyond any rainbow,
penetrating the nearest body of water.
She converses at times with the
Lady of the Lake, but she
does not need ...
If only for a moment,
the opal moon could dim its light on
disembodied poetics, protégés of Waldman.
The peace activists study every
aspect that put their goals in line.
The eco-artists plant their seeds in the
newfangled ground where earthworms
tailgate the next monogamous feeling.