Elegy Woman Poems | Elegy Poems About Woman
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THE PINK BLUSH
That pink chunk of flesh on me
Is not a blush you see
It is the rush of blood in veins
That has not been set free
Passing through the gaping window
Keeping well to my side
Sheltering under the blazing sun
From every corner of circles around
When tangled threads of desires surround
I bother myself
And whisper aloud
Am I a sentence that must end at a full stop?
Or a blessing that shall be used as a prop?
What if someday I am lost?
What if today I drown?
What if I shed the pink blush?
Will these make him frown?
I pity not him
But the animal within
He lets him not see
My longing for love
He lets him not hear
My craving for care
How then will he
Come to my rescue?
For his rotten soul is already dead
For his mind is not well fed
But when did I earn it?
Or how did I earn?
When did I let my desires burn?
He was the one
The sacred of all
Why did he then
Let us fall?
He did say not once
But a million times
His heart ached too
He suffered from inside
And I failed to hear
His musical chimes
your sultry voice
your gentle laugh
those warm notes
welcome me in
how long has
this been goin' on
I've been around
and so have you
your soul touches
your fingers dance
gnarled with age
yet light on keys
across a wire
across the sky
clear across time
we say goodbye
how long has
this been goin' on
© Goode Guy 2013-08-21
eulogy for Marian McPartland 1918-03-20--2013-08-20
Her words had meant a thousand meanings but still i felt no self healing
for i had hurt her, done her wrong, called her a slave and nothing beyond
she was african but i be white, does that make us different
to see through the eyes of life and feel the nature hell bent
So many days had i been white, to insult the african woman who worked so hard
her skin, dry from the planting seasons, her hair so ratted from the water loss outside
but that same night i had called her worthless and slave she bowed her head
and i as well for it was her last wish, and that made it sacred
"Dear Lord" she said as she began her prayer and her eyes filled with tears
her silent stature, blissed with love and pure confinement, shone though
she was african but i be white, does that make us not afraid to die
to fear the darkness of the night and worship all who makes light no questions no why
"May all who recieve thy lord's love, cry to the bloodshed moon
for if man and woman be forgotten the balance of evil and good
will perish and i have seen this for my eyes turned blind by work
but here i sit with the same girl who did so and wish her no harm"
To stand up felt wrong but as she did so i followed out into the pasture
looking about i noticed the cows this african had milked 'um so many
but she was confident and bent down to the dirt that had one blue rose
i bent also not knowing if what i did was because i felt anything that arose
"And dear lord let her memories have soem of my son's
let the very feet he walked with be hers for i know they were strong
fast and smart he was but none know of he except me
but this girl right here will now know of his eternity"
And with that silent prayer sent to the heavens, i too began to cry
our shoulders shaked and our heads bobbed as the night engulfed us once more
she be african but i be white, does that make us sisters
yes, for we have both suffered and lost, loved and cherished, stood and cowered, worked till
death with blisters