*****
a simple vow
she sings their love story
long and sweet
*
her voice – a drone
whispering a lullaby
until he sleeps
*
an empty space
she sings of what might have been
in his arms
*
to comfort the dying
her silent presence chants
all night long
*
how she honors the sun
trilling a sing-a-long
with the birds
*
while binding wounds
she utters an ancient mantra
holy balm
*
how her lips
on the crook of his neck
croon softly
*
his anger circling
she sings to block out the truth
her fate
*
clouds on the way
she hums a broken melody
until the storm passes
*
taking to her cave
she laments day and night
for what is lost
*
fist filled with notes
she murmurs a hymn of praise
for poetry
*
ten teeth missing
she burbles about old days
mouth wide open
****
©WabiSabi 2013
For the Sunday Whirl 108 – vow, drone, space, chants, sun, binding, crook, circling, broken, cave, fist, mouth.
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What a wondrous tribute to women everywhere, Wabi Sabi! Kudos!
Whirling Here and There
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This one is really a woman of great substance!! Gently but powerfully you honour every woman on earth Wabi Sabi!! Great work!!
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My memories of many strong women contributed to the making of this poem!
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Strength moves through your words. Well done.
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Beautiful and powerful.
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Well thought out, and beautifully written. There is no verse here I can not relate to in some fashion, even that last one, lol. Love what you do, and this woman thanks you for singing her song,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/from-mizfits-mouth-to-your-ear/
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I like the way this moves from first love to days of old. I also like how you used “fist” in a positive way.
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What a lovely set of poems. I’m unused to such honoring of women. This pulled my heart.
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Made me smile.
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Wow…soft and fragile to tragic. Wonderful writer that you are ♥
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Gorgeous writing!
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Disturbing, unsettling, stoic, unfair, powerless but curiously loving in its depiction of her fate. Nobody is owned and I would hate to think that such a life could be accepted.
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Oh wow these are stunning!
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These are stunning, Wabi 🙂 I doff my hat 🙂
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Wonderful!
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This is a lullaby in its own right.
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Lovely lovely words.
Anna :o]
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