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She is woman

She saunters by,
there's something in the
way she sways.
Her hips move in time
to silent songs.
She is woman.
The curve of her back,
soft and inviting.
The way her stomach rounds.
The length of her legs stretching
beyond the scope of imagination.
The gentleness of her hands.
The heat of her loving embrace.
She is woman.
Absolute beauty.
She is woman.
She is me.

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Jai guru deva om

I have actually been slightly obsessed with Across the Universe my self and wrote this after watching it.
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  • Sprite silver member
    April 17

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    This is nice. It seems to borrow quite a bit from the song and I suppose that is good. I did not like the ending because I felt it sounded kind of self serving.
    Congratulations on the gold.

    ~ Joyce
    I did notice that "streched" should be "stretched."


    • emanon
      April 17
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      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    April 17
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    Well done. Congratulations on the gold.


  • SatieScully
    April 13

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    this was lovely.
    i loved it.
    one of the more beautiful pieces i've read on here.
    great job. =D

  • katlily
    March 26
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    very powerful... possible beatles allusion? "something in the way.." ?

  • redteacup
    March 21

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    I love the celebration of womanhood here, and I love that the shape of the poem (if one stretches one's imagination slightly) reflects the image you're talking about.

    "Her hips move in time
    to silent songs."

    That is my favorite image here, I believe.

    thank you for sharing

  • Mark Rickerby gold member
    March 12

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    A poem celebrating women is bound to be a hit with me. I've worshipped them for years. Well, now I only worship my wife, but you know what I mean. It started early. I used to crawl around the playground as a child kissing girls on the legs because it made them laugh, until one who didn't think it was funny kicked me in the face. She had black patent leather shoes with little silver buckles on them. I've been scared to death of pilgrims ever since. Fortunately, there aren't too many of them around anymore. lol

    Loved the economy of words in this, which added to the power of the poem. I like your style.

    Mark Rickerby

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