12 Oct

Is she asking or is she offering?
She lifts her bowl into the air,
arms extended boldly.
There is nothing tentative about her.
A determined strength surrounds her.
Her face is left for the admirer’s imagination.
She is every woman, every man,
every human who reaches up
hopefully, expectantly, humbly,
She weeps or laughs.
Eyes open watching for response
or closed in confident adoration.
She is as you wish her to be.
She is as you see her.
She is a mirror of life’s
meaning, moment, majesty.
She will always be the
haunting or the holiness
of myself.

3 Responses to “Woman”

  1. elynnea October 12, 2020 at 8:04 am #

    I have a photo of this strong woman right by the door as I leave my bedroom. She goes with me into the day. Thanks for the poem which shall go along too. Lynne

    • AZWriter October 15, 2020 at 8:46 am #

      You doing Ok? Think of you and our Starbucks conversations. R

  2. Terry October 12, 2020 at 1:50 pm #

    Absolutely beautiful!

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