Essence of hope is tinged on sky;
             and I strolled outside just in time
to lounge ‘neath pale fuchsia sun.
              This is the path, which I desire to
enter; from miles foresee a future
             serene, oh’ rapture alone tastes of 
melons and berries.

My words alone taste warm as fire
            though scent may be syrupy sweet.
Dare you scorn, when you defy me;
          my wrath endure as stench of meat.

I’m a woman, darling like a careless
         whisper, golden dream conspicuous
through ash and smoke. To love me 
          is akin to losing sleep, come build a
bridge and clear your path. I, might
         seem mosaic but simpler than math.

Reminiscence sighs ‘neath weeping
          willow tree, when I strolled outside 
in time to blow promises to crescent.
         Embracing a path which has chosen
me at present.

 

 

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Posted for Rommy’s Challenge @ Real Toads

For my prompt “Women are the real architects of Society” on Friday 10th
March at 8:00 am EDT

& Posted on poems written on Prompt Nights 

Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub