Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Friday, November 18, 2011

Knowing Her





When she speaks: Are you listening?
looking deeply into your eyes
she can see you; your truths
intuition assures her your intentions

When she enters your private space
Did you see the smile she gave?
(your mind’s eye could be blind)
Does her brightness subdue you?

Women; the passionate ones…
soulful and emotional beauty
bringers of, caretakers of…life
Could you imagine her thoughts?

Interpret her intangibles, her moods
and walk the paths of her femininity
know her for her woman’s way.  Can you
feel the essence of her vulnerabilities?

Tap into the depths of her layers
match the rhythms of her heartbeat
Do you feel the wealth of her love?
Do you know the warmth of her soul?  *


“Knowing Her”
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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