"Still"

Poem that describes the yet smoldering yearnings of an older, and not settled heart.

 When an older woman thinks,

  there is hazy confusion

  of days and nights with no rest.

 And as she blinks,

  away the illusion

  tightness fills her chest.

 When an older woman sighs,

  she may still envision

  little ones at her feet.

 Her tears become spies,

  seeking permission

  to make the memory complete.

 When an older woman talks,

  laughter masks sorrow,

  the depths she refuses to share.

 She goes for long walks,

  debating with tomorrow

  and unfulfilled cupboards to bear.

 When an older woman prays,

  her faith stands alone,

  but the flame of the candle burns strong.

 The dawn's harshest rays

  feed spirit and bone,

  and strength is found in its song.

 When an older woman schemes,

  with stray stars colliding,

  and tempests that threaten to grow.

 In her wildest dreams

  a galaxy is  hiding

  in the woman you think you know.

 

  

  

Author's Note

Do your thingie.^^

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This is sooo beautiful. I enjoyed the read ...Thank you for penning...:)

[masqued_muse]

Well, ty Sami. I enjoyed penning it.^^

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................

[Another Poet]

Woww love it I like your poem, nice flow!

[masqued_muse]

Thank you, my friend.^^

[Another Poet]

Your welcome ;)

[SteveB]

Wow. As a man of "a certain age" I can assure you it is not only women who feel this way. A beautiful piece. Perhaps one thst can only be appreciated by those who have experience.

[masqued_muse]

Thank you, darlin'. Experience....the taste of succulent fruit that leaves traces of desecrated promises.

[Ashly Christen]

beautiful, sad and strong, I like this, im surprised that there are not any reviews, I thought it was creative, perceptive, a very nice piece

[masqued_muse]

Thank you, sweetie...maybe the young are too preoccupied, the elder too regretful,huh? Still, we must write.