Woman
There is the darkness
and the light -
you are gracious.
There is time –
in your presence
it has flesh, length.
Sound becomes melody,
poetry.
Poetry becomes
intoxicated words
that are our escape,
our hope -
the mythology of our hearts
is the whisper of your name.
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A short yet beautiful piece of poetry. Good one! Do drop by my blog too for am sure you will find many things interesting.
Where would we be without them?? Good one Russell!!
Thanks Gerry! It is one of my many experimental sonnets. I enjoyed you blog. Thanks for the invitation and the wonderful; comment. Glad you liked it.
Hi Pat, where indeed? I'm glad you liked my humble effort. Thanks for the great comment.
What a lovely tribute, Russell!
Thanks Aurora! In the regions that were formerly part of the Soviet Union this is still a very popular holiday. I'm glad it has persisted. I'm also glad you enjoyed my humble tribute, my sweet. It is a woman like you that makes a day like this so special.
Wow a holiday for women...Why my country does not consider it holiday
Loved the poem
nasra
www.iamnasra.blogspot.com
Hi Nasra! This was a really big holiday in the former Soviet Union. It is still very popular in Kazakhstan. Any country that has you in it should be celebrating, my sweet! Glad you liked the poem.
Your poetry flows, almost effortlessly. Like water running its natural course, over rocks and sand - through Nature's most amazing display of "I exist."
-James
Thanks James! Just got back from visiting your blog, very nice. Thanks for the awesome comment.
I didn't even know we had a day, I have to say though when my words become intoxicated they get a bit slurrred hic
Thanks Sue! That brings to mind the old e.e. cummings classic: "candy is dandy/ but liquor is quicker." Thanks for the comment (you're so funny).
Thanks for your lovely comment to me..it lighten me up
Any time sweet Nasra! You certainly deserve good things to be said about you.
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