Woman

The transfer of power, you touch it ,you taste it.

" Blood and Breath" they pitch a weight,
A modern woman's weight,
Though now that I've read my words,
They pry a window into history,
There have been many women whose lives have made them comfortable hard,
living blood, living death,
Air a portage through their lungs,
Heavy they set the canoe down,
It is over, they are gone, you are left with feelings,
Their paddle, in your hands now,
Emotions,a current inside you ebbs flows ,flats,to dark, deep rocks, the black surface had kept hidden,
Now without their blood and breath,
You are ambushed,
The rhododendron bends you backwards,
Rakes your heart and their paddle with it,
John the last disciple to die ,a human can not exist without hope,
They have entered a river of light all around
And you alone
Afloat, in the shadows of
Rapids dark night.

Author's Note

Connections made and lost haunt me.

Reviews

[Penlady]

Time does that....looking back, knowing of the impressions made by those connections, wondering if one TOUCHED as importantly as one WAS touched....I know and have known that the man is the most vulnerable and must be afforded TLC, WOMEN are, after all, Mother Earth. Lovely, haunting write! You've shown women and men are, after all, the same in their wonderings....lesson: Grasp all the opportunities and live them to the hilt...memories are the only redo we are left.

[Tree]

Cheers. This poem was felt deep/ inside of my chest. Stirring and
emotional. Thank you, Lee

[Steven]

Some truly incredible connections here.

[lee von cleef]

not my best but time is a hard nut to crack