She

Part of my literary poems.

What is she?
But an angel with no wings
Like a fire without red
The burning surely burns red

What is she?
Who is she?

She is the world above
Like a heaven blessed with love
Like a cool inferno that warms
As she makes the broken heart form

Where is she?
Why her?

Why the intoxication?
Why doesn't she shun?
What makes a heart beat's beat?
Is it her for she is more than meat?

Yes it is her!
Yes,
        It!
            Is!
                 My!
                        Love!

Author's Note

Please enjoy.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Many postings here confuse font with poetry to the extent I have become eye shy of poems that use clever typesetting in lieu of clear language. Your "falling" in love spacing is an exception that does not set my teeth on edge.

In your poem there are many questions. Personally I like questions, especially questions that require a difficult and personal answer. The answers you supply in the third stanza, are they difficult? are they personal? Are they answers at all? What did a poet feel when a poet penned these answers. I hope a poet was better satisfied than a reader.

[the writer of woe]

I was actually pretty satisfied as I wrote this. It took a lot of happy emotion from me and put it into words. Thanks for checking it out!

[W R Stowe]

very nice especially how you stepped down your last line

[SmittyJas]

Lovely words to find her and bring a closer relationship between you and thee.

[the writer of woe]

Thanks Smitty!

[Willis Walker]

The rhetoricals followed by the absolute surety at the end really puts you in the shoes of someone who's fallen to their passion and curiosity, a position a lot of people find themselves in at some point in time. Really lovely piece!

[the writer of woe]

Thank you Willis, that's exactly what I was trying for!

[Lydia Shutter]

To ask "why?" when it comes to love will never give you a clear answer. Such a romantic write. Good flow to the words and clever use of indentations. Lydi**

[the writer of woe]

Thanks Lydi!

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good words.
"Why the intoxication?
Why doesn't she shun?
What makes a heart beat's beat?
Is it her for she is more than meat?"
The words were enough to create nice places and visions. To be intoxication by something. Nice place to know. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[the writer of woe]

Thank you for your excellent reviews!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[sinNsincerity]

I love this, "But an angel with no wings, Like a fire without red."

[the writer of woe]

That was one of my favorite lines too!

[ANTO]

Hi WOW - I didnt quite get the term 'literary poem' as opposed to ...? - Im behind the times.

I like that she is devoid of red but she transmits red in her heat,when she burns.

If by definition a heaven IS love and (she is) "...like a heaven blessed with love" - so, you are saying she is a heaven with extra love - which is beyond comprehension!
- this is a good line and shows how much she means. I like this!


I felt the kettle drum beat of the final stanza - the fierce proclamation gives it a final ooomph, as if she is just coming into view, into focus or an epiphany is being celebrated - shouted from the rooftops.

- thanks for the RR, WoW

[the writer of woe]

Thanks, ANTO! That's exactly what I was going for with the readers!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

I did enjoy it. It was one of the best poems I've read. :) Keep writing poems.

[the writer of woe]

That's a big compliment. Thank you a bunch!

[DeathIsRelease]

I really really like your poem. " Like a cool inferno that warms" - that's my favorite line in the poem.

[the writer of woe]

Thanks for checking it out!