- Non-Erotic Poetry
- the language of women
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the language of women
in solitude
drifts on lighted wings
and rolls in clouds--
softly,
she tends her innerness--
in idiom her own--
transports the dreams
that find this earth too heavy,
more luscious than a lilac day,
dreams that float on yearnings
unpronounced,
what beneath the warmth of
cocoa on a winter day
she tends eternal
with cherished reminiscences
barefoot strides at play
in azure, salted tides
that come, go, come
patient, ever prayerful,
her hopes transform,
she reaches high
and formulates her promise:
resolved, she escorts the brilliant rays of sun
and paints the rising dawn her way.
- COMMENTS
greenmountaineerover 9 years agoA nice meditation, Spring Breezes.
The syntax is stanza 2 confused me. "More lucious than a lilac day" right after "earth too heavy" felt incongruent.
"transport the dreams
more lucious than a lilac day
that find this earth too heavy"
sounds better to me.
Your poems always have such nice imagery, BTW. Nice juxtaposition of "cocoa on a winter day" and "barefoot strides at play."
