More To A Woman

There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion leaping from the depths.
Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim in her essences that is woman.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

gorgeous, tender imagery that brilliantly captures the very essence of (your) ideal woman

i might suggest that after (you ofc can dismiss);
is that after "truest form"
to break up the following sentences hit enter

then, after "depths" - again hit enter, add a comma after the word, "current", hit enter
finish with period

i feel that these would become technically more stanzas and not only create a bit more flow to this poem, make it a wee bit easier to read/have them stand out more. totally up to you.
either way, this is again, a beautiful write

thank you for sharing - x

[KeithEBaucum]

Thank you.

[AYVID N]

She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion leaping from the depths.

I think you are an amazing writer and person. You love and cherish women and so appreciate the essence of their being. Stunning imagery in a finely crafted, heartfelt write. Appreciated very much!

[Poetic License]

Swooning. Officially swooning.

The gentle lilt of this sounds like the flow of water. It's both expansive and minute at the same time.

"She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion leaping from the depths." I am not really certain this is my "favorite" line, but it is the one that grabbed hold of me and won't let go. I returned to it again and again. Part of me wants to blurt out warning - WAIT!!! THERE'S ALSO A CRACKEN DOWN THERE!!!! Yet....the tenderness, the openness, the awed hush of a new discovery that makes you hold your breath because you don't want to disturb the air of the moment - that takes over and I'm left forgetting all about the cracken.

I have to say, this poem make me feel lovely. It made me feel mysterious. It reminded me to look past my ancient enemy (the mirror) and look through to my own heart and find beauty there.

I just have to say wow and thank you. Not only for a gorgeous and soothing write, but for a soft spoken reminder.