AN ODE TO THE WOMANA Poem by Dryford ChimutuA poem about loss and how to deal with it. In the poem the speaker addresses an unnamed woman - recounting life events to her in an effort to keep her heartbroken mind away from the devastating loss.Just when she popped out of the blind Into the aisle of the neo-edifice society’s Condominium; At the mo unmistakably beheld as placid, yet a flaccid pelt upon tap [In my insensate sight of her sparkle and finery]; Did I behold her as the woman: Fine-looking, temperate and compassionate. Hitherto, just when I thought hers would stay for ever [possibly into post-nonagenarian]; Merely for her - ‘musing her specifically and also all and sundry at large; Did I pitifully hear her say it was lastly over And, thus I screwed up For which I wished and reproved my shortfalls On hers, just when the era was apt ‘Twins’ she once assured me; persisting. [But,… alright I know you are just too strong a woman To buckle under this weight For you see, too: She now walks in the moonlight serenity Deep into the eternal glory and peace]
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