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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

She is...

In another life, her name was Hope
She is the passion of the piano and the simplicity of a woodwind in a movement of nature's "inspiration" symphony
She is shades of green - the spark of fire in emerald, the tranquility and mystery of forest, the playfulness of sea foam, and the depths of Jade.
She has walked the paths of the Romans, her voice joining with the echoes captured in marble and stone
She is the daughter of Bastet, nurturing, creating, loving, and pregnant with inspiration and imagination; She shares her life with Artemis and nature aplenty
She looks fear and challenge straight on, and smiles... a hint of a sparkle playing in the depth of brown eyes
She has flown amidst the stars, gathered around the Seanchai, been enchanted by the Cliffs of Moher, And has forged her own path finding treasures along the way
Her steps have echoed through time, clicked in the White House, padded through the Pentagon, whispered down forest paths softened with pine needles and leaves, crunched the crystals of snow, tickled the desert sands, and danced along the waters edge flirting with the waves.
She is the sensual side of the unexpected and the playful side of consistent; The woman who treasures you, supports, you, and finds the kid inside ready to laugh and play
She is friend, lover, companion, partner, confidante, mother; She is the devil’s advocate, the pragmatist, the believer in dreams, the risk taker, and the safe harbor; the haven in which one is home and accepted and loved regardless
She is the summer’s juiciest peach and Thailand’s hottest chili
She understands the power of words; as sword, as salve, as banter, as inspiration, as seduction
The natural and the unspoken, she appreciates silence – the whisper of the wind through the leaves, and the soft timber of the falling rain
She sees with heart and soul over eyes and embraces with body and mind
Words flowing from page to page, she is a mystery who is a work in progress, the chapters yet to be written
The world is her classroom; its people her teacher; and she lives to learn what is offered
She is curves and waves and the elegance of line and form
She is the woman once known as Hope

It is Week  21 at One Shot Wednesday.  Happy Thanksgiving!

6 comments:

Carrie Burtt said...

Hope is beautiful...hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving as well!
:-)

Jingle said...

keep hoping.

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers and Artists said...

what a stark ending....that was a great finish...wonderful write too..thanks for sharing with OSW...pete

Steve said...

Romantic and chatty, mostly effective work.

Some of the line breaks didn't work when I (repeatedly) read this aloud, but on the page, it otherwise is a sweet offering.

dustus said...

Agree with Pete, that was a marvelous ending. Cheers!

Shashi said...

A very powerful prose poetry.. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing..

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