Dressed up in a black shiny suit
for farewell ceremonies,
from high forest trees
to the top of chimneys
restless in its quest
the majestic flying shadow,
sows topazes in the ground.
The harvest is women mysteries
not from fashionable silhouettes
but round shoulders and hips
balancing weight elegantly
at every step.
Women who know that
life is precious
that their plump breasts
are a source of strength.
Oh to learn from a rich soul
and proud certainty,
found in the bend of hair,
in the softness of the hands
on rising dough.
Wisdom speaking through
curled lips of sensual beauty,
unreachable unless perfected
by maturity.
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A contest entry
- Crow Gathering Crone Wisdom - One day contest by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended April 20, 2007, 8 entries
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I love the way this ends, "unreachable unless perfected by maturity" - a wonderful theme on womanhood you are giving us in your collection.
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there is such a beauty and wisdom in these words, what a beautiful piece altogether, wonderful imagery and I, too much like that last stanza so full of what a real woman, 'a rich soul' truly can be as maturity becomes so precious and important and here, just beautiful, the whole of it. Much applause and all the best to you!
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"Oh to learn from a rich soul
and proud certainty,
found in the bend of hair,
in the softness of the hands
on rising dough."
Oh, this is beautiful penning..it speaks to someplace deep and knowing within. -
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Thank you for this lovely comment and for another inspiring contest.
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Beautiful verse my friend I love your last stanza. It speaks so stongly of why and what makes woman so wise and mature.
Wonderful write
All the best in the contest.
Gaylene
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Thank you for your kind comment I have been away for a few days and came back just to be busy with home chore.
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