Monday, 08 November 2010
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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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