SHE IS A WOMAN
Like the parting of curtains,
Her world lay open; baring all.
And nakedness greets your eyes.
You smile, filled with pleasure;
numbing your reasoning.
Naked, you think she is;
Her dreams, far from your reach.
What breaks her heart, you know not?
Her passions, a story unfit for your ears;
Her childhood, scenes you never lived in.
Her body, a book you once found,
but never got around to opening.
Her skin, blessed with violet patches,
Each cluster, a tale of shattered dreams.
Her thoughts, you can’t intercept;
and her dreams you can’t interpret.
Her burrowed sorrows, perfectly hidden.
You mount her like unwritten visions and dreams,
waiting for the ancient seers chant.
Her features; veiled, ignorant of traces
that makes her a woman.
Deep within her lies a pearl,
A secret your lies can’t steal.
You think you have swam her ocean,
Deep enough to gather her lost treasures.
Her dripping words, you think holds no bare,
Yet, it behoves her heartlessness in masks.
Unscathed are her unashamed naiveness;
Unruffled, she walks with the gait of royalty.
You think you have seen her bare skin,
Her skirt above waistline, and thongs down;
But the secret of her beautiful heart is openly hid,
Constantly sheltered in a safe haven.
You may have seen,
but your eyes rest widely shut;
Unaware, why she is woman
A womb-man, not woe-man…
THROUGH THE EYE OF THE STORM
It all started like a lone seed sown,
tiered down into the soil of time,
Buried deep in the dirt;
Shut out of the bright world,
Smeared in darkness and murk,
Wished she hadn’t been left
To suffer the heat, wetness
And lies that the wind whispered.
She had lost count of the clock’s tick;
Stepping, she had lost count of Serenity’s journey,
Lost count of beaks digging out fragments of her future,
But, she’s hopeful, spreading; deeply rooted.
She saw, via the piercing eye of the storm,
Calling out her name “Woman make haste in this flowing tide”,
Sprouting like a baobab tree that falls in love,
With the wind that howled her name from the outer core.
The core that challenged her sprouting
In a world filled with blackness and sore,
Scoring timeless goal; breaking through the hard soil,
Charmed by the beauty of nature.
She began to love; one page of life after another
Loving the very moment she was cast in the dark
To one day blossom and grow stronger
Flaunting her growing strength
Still expressing her love in this moribund world,
Willing to bear fruits that will one day house seeds,
Seeds that will one day be cast in the dark soil,
Reproducing more seeds; fecund
Never wilting to becoming second,
She is one graceful seed that saw her future,
Through the eye of the storm;
Strong, willing and gracefully forgiving
All that buried her umbilical life without permission,
In this loveless world of obscurity.
©Edwina ‘Neofloetry’ Aleme