A woman bleeds to know her child's destination.
She is calm,cool yet full of imagination.
Her heart beats furiously for the one she adores.
In between, she is thinking about her bathroom chores.
Her work is never done...she will create much more.
She knows if you've been sleeping with that dumb little whore.
Is it a gift she can portend ill-fate of loved ones?
Or is intuition like a fascination that runs?
Quick to the tongue, her tact is infinite.
She pushes her emotions to the limit.
Her compassion knows no bounds.
She'll box even the Devil for a couple of rounds.
But her keen,sharp sense of mind
will keep you trying to find
the part of your soul
that made you go blind.
A contest entry
- Passion in Life by enitsirhC.
300 points, ended July 2, 2008, 20 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow!!!
I love this poem. It really rings of truth when it comes to woman's intuition.
Thank you for sharing and the smiles it brings me this morning. You take care. Best of luck in the contest.
Bless You,
Sandy
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Wow!
This is really good!
One of my favorites so far!
Thanks for entering my contest, and good luck!
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