meadow woman

Meadow Woman

I am a meadow woman, holding the line
between two opposing eruptions
On each side women strain
to contain their differences.
One in smooth nuances, croons
work ethics & the holiness of home
One leaps on a playground bank
in gleeful disregard
Between the prayers & the mudslides,
between the horseplay & hail marys,
I am a peace maker standing still.
My hands caress the grapes of common ground.
My face turns in a low speed fan of confusion.
Each woman has a point of view
and the references of a lifetime
They launch long speeches in braille
I feel them beneath my fingers
With my eyes shut, with my hair blowing
in a breeze of frail butterflies,
I lift my opinion to the constellations.
The sky silence forms a hard wall.
I listen for a star to fall

Reviews

[Emily B]

this is wonderful, I love the title as goes the anthology, too. This work needs to go right in the beginning. I am between . . . women on both sides pulling me the way they think I should go. I am between heaven and hell, somewhere in the good earth. I can't imagine a woman poet alive or dead who couldn't find something here to hold on to. . .

[raining]

have you thought of moving "I listen for a star to fall" back into the poem, inside the earlier parts, and leaving "The sky silence forms a hard wall". as the last line? ..I think the more enigmatic ending might go well, even though "I listen for a star to fall" is good from the perspective of the reader it seems to hit the mark too well, and so can detract even though it is really good?????? But that is only an opinion i have. i think the poem is very much awsome. you have a unique way of writing. I think it is genius. bye raining

[W.k.kortas]

With all due respect to the prior reviewer, how anyone could refer to this style as "choppy" is a mystery to me; the pacing and flow of the piece is almost lyrical, and the imagery--"(b)etween the prayers & the mudslides", "long speeches in braille", "a breeze of frail butterflies"-- is Venablese at its finest, imagery that exists in a stratosphere the rest of us can barely glimpse, let alone fly through so effortlessly.

[Greg the Bard]

" The sky silence forms a hard wall,"
"I listen for a star to fall"
I endeavor to find words like this everyday. You have the knack to produce drama where life has always been hosted. This is a great work of explanation with out explaining a single thought. Your style and yes you have developed a style is sometimes choppy but the image is always clear. I also hope to find your pace in my work. I guess it take time and love as this poem denotes.

[Brown Bull]

Ah, the word 'Meadow' caught my eye this morning so I took a closer look.

I believe, perhaps because of the very special position I hold among my own kind, that women are special creations with extraordinary abilities that men can never comprehend. Perhaps, as in the ancient tribe that exists in my opus of words, they are endowed by their creator with atributes that even the creator cannot not see or understand.

Thank you for writing this!