Monday, 08 November 2010

  • The Weight of a Woman

    With silhouettes that could swallow the shadows of cathedrals and temples
    Gold plated facades, reflective of beauty's example
    A maticulous splendor of grandier
    Pillars for bones, a design construct of internal strength
    Thee dwelling within, still grander than thee external-extent
    From sands of time in Jerusalem long ago forgotten
    Enrobed from head to toe, in luxurious cottons
    To modern mothers still swaddling their children
    In tender enbraces, snug from manufactured linens
    Women.
    Whose wide naieve eyes often mistaken for observable weakness
    When honesty in relativity is the truth that they see
    They are the maidens of meaning
    The dancers of life's rythmic breathing
    And on the wind they sing meditations of sensuality and feeling
    Those whom hear their cries, dare not believe satisfaction is fleeting
    For signifigance, they teach - is everpresent
    With a look, a glance
    Effortlessly she resembles an internal incandescence
    Beyond the bossom of comfort, through lips stained apple red
    They share stories of soul and heart, such tales with no end
    Their voices soothe like a melodic overture to a silent eve
    Whose carresses of tenderness find much needed relief
    The fragrance of a woman envelops any room
    Evoking a man's senses, once thought to be removed
    Skin like kashmere, silken hair and cheeks a-flush
    With flawless elegance, a woman's presence felt, so lush
    The world is the stage they stand upon, under the crimson lights
    Performance reviewed and critiqued upon resounding sound and sight
    Such weights of expectancy bear their shoulders, strong
    Of to either flow with the tide or be swept along
    Queens of Islam stoned alive, for deviating from the plight
    In their last breaths of compassion, they exepmlify their might
    Not bearing ill will, with an understanding grant of amnesty
    Holding true
    Her labours of love- a true monarch to a family
    Repeated musings of art and culture, a beauty that stands trial
    Cryptic constellations captured in Mona Lisa's smile 
    Goddesses, Paraohs and Queens
    Powers' living flesh, stain the pages of history
    Women
    Life's trapeze artists of duality
    Maintaining balance in strength and elegance
    The weight of a woman is beared gracefully

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