life reflections

Poetry Pause



Our conversations cover wide

An ocean of topics profound and snide

But lest you think I am remiss

We haven’t talked about a kiss

I’m still a woman.


 We’ve laughed and joked until we cried

About the silliness of pride

But, even then I think of eyes

Brown, beautiful so close to mine

I’m still a woman.


 The Bible we have discussed in length

As to the cure for powerlessness

But, in my mind I see your face

Fixated on my intent gaze.

I’m still a woman.


 Then we have talked of lovers past,

And hearts embroiled in a morass

But, I’m anticipating your caress

In the future, as you may guess

For, I am still a woman.

copyright@dbw 2018


Happy boomer gal ( read smart, feisty, quirky, adventuresome, funny, sassy woman of a certain generation) willing to share my journey and advice with anyone who would not repeat my mistakes. Happy to fully disclose the joys and pitfalls of love at any age, the heartbreak of aging(or not) and the joys inherent in every day, thru poetry, photography and whatever creative entity that would bring a smile to a hurting heart. Writer, lover, wife, Mother, sister, daughter, friend, missionary, humanitarian, exhorter, educator, activist, student, Bible reader, traveler, advocate, pharmacist. Come along, you won't be bored, I promise!

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