female

[creativesoul]

i wonder
tonight
when i think of my grandmother
and my mother, my sister, and all the women my father introduced me to, the women i have known in obscure beauty
what was once so beautiful, elegant and refined
has become etched like lines in my face
and on my hands
with the labor of love
the art of conversation
sometimes is left alone in the dark
an orphan, a rebel, unloved, dishevieled
oh my twisted sisters
trained to hunt, and skin, peel
give birth, let go
raise but do not coddle the young
be strong but not aggressive
direct but not forward
speak softly in rhythmic words
paint your toes, and keep your feet clean
dance and pray hard
in the dark
some of the things that have been said come to light
sadness sometimes leaves a shadow of the greed
women left behind when they sought
another level
stained on our hearts
the past engraves words
that disappiontment and expectations hoped would forget
friends i believed in
so naive
yet spirited
wanting a better world
making one seemed much harder
the bed coughs me out of it s curve
my long damp hair washed in tears
touches my back as i wander the place i dream to be
whole and helpful and real

excuses and reasons dance before me
why
i cannot realize
my grandmother says "they do not mean to be so cruel
love reflects love"
my mother would grimace
my sister would laugh,the laugh of a hyena, and sip her wine
i watch
these words are my honey in peppermint tea
candles that smell of brown sugar
and strange woven fabrics tell stories i need
these people
i loved
cherished and held
to me they were only moments in paintings
too brief to capture
the spirits i need
took me to the pasture
where like a wild horse i ran
until horizons and sunrise were all that i am
tonight
beneathe this rising tide
i leave you with a swollen heart
until tommorow
when i depart

[Shem]

The goddess lives against all odd's. I've met her under many a full moons light.

[Dixie]

good thoughts in here

loved the ending especially