Women

Having only mere minutes to skim your sighs, anesthetize the tip of your unseemly thoughts... with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye, we are so much more than frail flowers you have wrought. We are the breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy lending at days end, the tenderest bits of heart as on the keys or sewing clothing seams with joy our fingers never rest 'till days end, from days start. Our hands grace the garden beds smudged with chlorophyll and our arms wrap about a naughty childlike pet then come to rest behind a trusty Parker's quill for we give so much more with love and no regret. Poet: Debbie Guzzi Contest:"I'm More Then What you Thought"