Woman

It was written a couple of years ago. A pretty girl who I was too shy to talk to is my inspiration here. Now I ponder...I haven't overcome this weird shyness of mine...yet!

I talk of silly dreams

And of reveries
Those out of my reach.

Woman,
I see you in stills,
On bill-boards and on TV screens,
Yet I never place my eyes on yours
Too shy for my burning cheeks.

I talk of gallantry
Then again wallow in a reverie.
In some spider men suits saving
Mary Jane Watsons.

I talk of beauty
That runs around in circles, thee
Woman, yours is most dazzling;
Yet I never place my eyes on yours
Too shy for my burning cheeks.

I behold you Woman, in Mona Lisas in art galleries
Even in Modigliani, Picasso’s women
They were beaming from their frames
But I was too shy to sing a hymn.

You Woman,
You baffle me with your beauty
You the Charming, you beguile me.

From Oedipus complex to jealousy
I writhed with pain, I writhed in shame,
Yet I never place my eyes on yours
Too shy for my burning cheeks.

Yet I’m charmed by your affection motherly
In Mother Theresa, Florence Nightingale I see thee
This earth would have been gray with misery
Had your pulchritude not touched his heart’s strings.

Woman,
Yet I never place my eyes on yours
Too shy for my burning cheeks.

Author's Note

Photo Credit: unknown artist, unknown work

Reviews

[Adam, the Grub Street L..]

This is an incredibly sweet piece capturing a person's inability to look beauty in the eye, and also their ability to see it everywhere. Of course, the answer is to take the mysticism and on-a-pedestal-ness away from the opposite sex and to look at those notions straight in the eye. But then we wouldn't get sweet poetry about awkwardness and appreciation and maybe the awkwardness is needed for the appreciation.

[Priyanka Natesh]

Haha!I agree Vadehi!Women do adore the shy ones! :D

[Priyanka Natesh]

Wonderful as usual!You should make this a song you know...:)

[Sukriti Suki]

nice one! you describe so many different aspects of a woman. Nice one!

[Vaidehi]

Oh, women adore the shy ones! ;) Though written for one woman, this poem seems to talk about many different women...

[Coyote Poetry]

Those woman we wished to have known leave us wishing for a different ending with them. Sometime youth and fear leave us at a distance and not knowing what could of been and the possibilities of life. I like your description in the poem. You allow the reader to feel the sadness and dream of something that can't be found again. I like the ending to this outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote