Sisterhood

This is an exercise in syllabics, and the situation came from real life!

It’s there, beneath, within

all women: sisterhood,

a way of connection.

The ladies’ room becomes

a place where we can find

our place among sisters.

So when I heard her bang

her fists against the box

I couldn’t help but yield

to ties we all possess.

The offer, any time

to anyone in need,

of tampon, pad, or just

the solidarity --

enough to show we care.

We rifle, dig, and share

with sisterhood within.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i work as a registered nurse which is a profession of women for the most part .. when they start talking like this i say its time for me to go .... :) its a nice tribute ... and lines of sis ..i mean six ... i admire the way you exercise ..
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[DaughterNature]

Hahahaha, that must be so awkward! You should've heard her swearing as she banged her fists on the box, too, it was hilarious!

[Savannah Bly]

A great piece about being there for others, especially your sisters.

[Beau Maysey]

I like the natural way rhyme slips into the poem. Interesting incident, I hope the other girl was ok
Nice trimeter rhythm; the singsongy meter fits with the humorous anecdote.
What was the exercise?

[DaughterNature]

She was -- the first iteration of this poem had a quote of the swearing she was doing. You know, when the time comes, if a girl's not ready, we tend to get pretty upset, so her desperation was expressed verbally; I was glad I was there to help! The exercise was in my poetry writing class in college. We read excerpts from a book called An Exaltation of Forms, including the section on syllabics style poetry. Basically, rather than counting accented feet, a syllabics poem merely focuses on the number of syllables in a line. I also personally experimented with some consonance, assonance, and rhyme in the piece.

[Misery]

I enjoy the way you pluck a singular facet from life or nature and elaborate on it with simple, soulful words. Well done, DaughterNature.

[DaughterNature]

Thank you so very much! The moment in question was rather loud and humorous in real life, so I tried to refine it into a poem.