to be woman is a quiet ache-
our soft tears like pools
of abandoned ocean
create clay flesh
latched onto sighing breasts.
the sea unfurls,
mother of our own tears,
singing karma, karma,
as blue turns white turns blue
again until the blue runs dry
bleeding karma
and we will bleed with her,
new clay
moaning karma
A contest entry
- red by stasis.
400 points, ended July 28, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh how i know what i have done


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Very deep.Much ahead of your biological age I suppose.Stunning.


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woah...I like the abstract quality of this ...so vague..but at the same time it leaves much to the readers' imagination...great write..sad..but it almost have a prophet-like approach...maybe it's just me..lol..best wishes


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Very nice poem. Deep yet simple and accessible. Bravo!

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OH MY YES!!!! Very nice...it is!

Az

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beautiful.
i really felt this.
i liked the repetition.
it all just flowed to one directly poignant purpose. amazing

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This is spectacular poetry...perfect on the page. Powerful and deeply moving.
Don't revise a thing, please let it live this way! Geo

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