She

I met her when I was just a child
Although she was younger, she was far older
She birthed me from her water wild
No hand of man could hold her

Dressed in rags she shivered from cold
Her purse an empty sack
From it fell words of gold
With a smile she would not take back

Poured her visions into me
With river of her blood, washed me white
Took scales from my eyes so I could see
Suckled me through my fight

She traded my noose for a kiss’ shower
Cleansed my wound with beams of sun
Reaching out from her wooden tower
Lifting me beyond where dreams had begun

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You seem to express here the point that there are many types of poverty and hunger. And not all of them are satisfied by gold. An interesting read. F.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this work goes in a much more personal direction. there is some memory, although maybe not a distinct one, maybe memories have gotten confused and several people have taken on one form. but this She is clearly somethign the writer holds dear. 'She traded my noose for a kiss’ shower,' he owes his life to her. yet there is a lot of mystery as well as kindness from her:
Her purse an empty sack
From it fell words of gold
With a smile she would not take back
this bewitching tale of this unknown woman, or feminine spirit, is captivating. but she remains the key to something that is almost the meaning of life.

[Soren]

Thanks so much you are right on track and it is related to what the Christian myth is of a savior that gives everything.

[Chris Shaw]

The she here sounds such an inspirational influence Soren.

Lifting me where dreams had begun

Such positivity, such nurturing, I felt great love here, very much so. Wonderful to have such a she in your life.

Chris

[Soren]

Thanks Chris yes I have been lucky all of my life.

[Ken Simm.]

You will forgive if I say this lovely piece sounds seasonal.

[Soren]

Yes, Ken, it is seasonal if you think of it in terms of my life. It falls in the winter season. I thank you so much for your reading of this poem and for your kind comment.

[Ken Simm.]

You will forgive if I say this lovely piece sounds seasonal.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

A wonderful tribute to that person who brought us into the world...exchanged a noose for an umbilical cord...j.

[Soren]

So much, Jacob I appreciate your read of this poem and your most kind comments. Your interpretation is cherished, and in fact does apply in more ways than one. It applies to my mother to mother nature, my wife, and all women that have this to give.

[Marie]

Oh, dear Soren! There is no finer tribute to a beloved Mother than in the words of this wondrous poem. You pen an outstanding example of all that a good mother does for her child through the various stages of life. A Magnum Opus in my eyes! A privilege to read! Thank you for sharing, dear poet... I can only imagine how very proud your beloved Mother is as she continue to watch over you in your world, dear friend...

[Soren]

Thank you, Marie. This poem meant not only for mothers but for all women and mother nature herself it is for a beautiful wife for a wonderful girlfriend or just a friend.

[Marie]

Thank you so v-e-r-y much for kindly explaining, dear friend...

[Joli Dy]

Beautiful tribute to a mother's love. You truly see her.
My favorite lines:
"She birthed me from her water wild
No hand of man could hold her"
I get a true glimpse of the woman here.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for reading my poem and for your interpretation which is welcomed and cherished.

[Coyote Poetry]

Soren. This is a masterpiece use of description and life.
"Poured her visions into me
With river of her blood, washed me white
Took scales from my eyes so I could see
Suckled me through my fight"
The above lines were my favorite. You create strength, life and some hope. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thank you, Coyote your words are most moving and deeply cherished. Thank you for your kindness. It is always appreciated but even more so in this comment.