Sheer genius her nudity
It scared the neighbors
Frightened them into their houses
Allowing her to enjoy uninterrupted meditation
Sheer adoration, her garden
Faeries free to show themselves,
Knowing she was the exact right human
At the exact right time
Sheer creativity, her bold strokes,
Her mixed paints, and her wildness in adding
Glitters, and sawdust, and other oddities to her canvases
Sheer wisewoman, revered by her children,
Adored by her grandchildren,
Left alone unless she crooked her finger,
Indicating she wanted company
Sheer genius, her spiritual relationship with
The woodland creatures, and the dragonflies who revered her.
Sheer genius her self-love,
Which allowed her to show herself, on her own terms.
She is what came after me
Tempted by her beauty
You had to reach out and touch
She is what came after me
That beauty that called you
Her allure is one you like more
Or maybe the way she looks at you less
In her eyes what do you see?
Her nakedness and form unlike me
And the urges to woo her so strong
Not wanting to wait the afternoon,
So it was all night and even more right than before
In the four poster bed
Able to erase All The past
you might wonder Will this last?
I wonder how you Moved so fast?
She is what came after me
The wisewoman in me says let it be
Let it be.
Because I know, I know, that hope is too dangerous
And pride a sin,
Your silence lets me know you let her in
And anyway, an empty heart is better than no heart
so this is my song of despair, because I know she is still there
She Came to You after me.
the wisewo/man
s/he’s almost smiling
at all times of the day,
like there’s some secret
that only s/he knows but
that which only s/he is
completely ignorant of,
as it’s clear to her/him that
to know anything is to
pause in the act of learning,
so as to assert a place of
stagnation which most would
call conclusive evidence.
s/he walks with no speed &
is always listening, s/he’s
the friend that is always
there, but never needed,
s/he has the right advice at
the wrong times & won’t
give it at the times one
insists desperately that they
cannot do without.
s/he does not shy from the
spotlight & for that there never
is one looking, s/he resides
in the most content of nowheres
& the everyday piles upon the
next, s/he has a knowledge of
self as much as the next & is
never insisting that this is the
case, wondering just when it
will all be proven wrong,
s/he cares not for elements of
“faith” or “trust” or words that
represent these supposed feelings,
s/he exists in the process of the
moment & finds meaning in the
juggling of laughs which increase
the smiling around her/him.
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