![]() Where Can I Fly This WomanA Poem by Phibby Venable
Where Can I Fly This Woman
She is on a cotton voyage
from a canvas field that uprooted
her hands from the dirt
She was round, but a plow
moved her into a flat spread,
lifted her
into the evening entrance
of a green wind
Now she is a skirmish & unsung
with numbers
All the froth ironed out of her
White in the face of the sun
Where can I fly this woman
with her lifetime of warnings
her kindness scuffed with age
If I move her through the air,
she bites her bottom lip
and waits for an explanation.
If I lift her from the soil,
she bumps the clouds & apologizes
tidies up the stars as we fly,
until I am pleading , please,
stop cleaning!
She weaves me a handkerchief
out of the blue.
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4 Reviews Added on March 5, 2008 Author![]() Phibby Venableabingdon, VAAbouthttp://youtu.be/25XE-BHGvWI http://youtu.be/B2klgDKMUq0 I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..Writing
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