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She Is, Not Like Other Women

She is, not like other women,
Strong, enduring a lot of travel,
Distance persevering through.
Strength she gains from her family.
Breaths strained, but getting better.
By day fighting to rise, all days.
Night is long in the winters.
Sunny days are too cold, cold
Real life coerces, she is old, old.

She is, not like other women,
Through the glass, a blur in the bevel,
Peering harder, cannot believe it is true,
In touch, she comes up the walk ‘beamily’.
Mid winter, all she dons is a sweater.
Greeting her we all stand in her ways.
Up the stairs she glides, like sprinters.
Loving the house, she cries sold, sold.
Solitary and alone, she is so very bold, bold.

She is, not like other women,
Working hard through her life, the field was level,
Shoes every third month, time she needs to accrue.
Late nights, she paints and writes wearily.
In daybreak, she rises, watching the sunrise over water.
Large waves, break the shore, creates rainbow sea sprays.
Late spring, early summer, she lives new chapters.
Walking, swimming her breath she would hold, hold.
As the sun sets, she appreciates, white birds turn gold, gold.

She is, not like other women,
Knowing there was no time in youth to revel,
Aware before midlife she’ll bid life an early adieu.
Filling moments, she seers, doing merrily.
Still her, eyes light up, sparkle like glitter.
Constantly, quietly in mind’s eye, she prays.
Avoid noise, of the world that clatters.
Love covers, many stories must go untold, untold.
Many promises, kept love to uphold, uphold.

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  1. August 28, 2011 at 3:45 pm

    nice…love the echo lines…it adds emphasis…she is quite the lady it seems…and thought she wastes little time i might like to sit and hear a few of those stories untold, untold….or take a look at those paintings…

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    • October 5, 2012 at 10:38 am

      pretty cool…did not remember this one when i first started reading…she still sounds like quite the lady….smiles…

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  2. August 28, 2011 at 6:39 pm

    hey this sounds familiar…very nice reading it again..

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  3. hedgewitch
    August 28, 2011 at 11:11 pm

    This is quirky in image and language in a very good way, and very effective. The character of the woman comes through strong and clear. I especially like the repeating words and rhyme, esp the white birds turning gold.

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  4. August 29, 2011 at 1:24 am

    Love the emphasis of echoes… bold lady walking here through this life, daring to take each step a bit differently, more forthright it seems. Images to pursue…

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  5. August 29, 2011 at 5:29 pm

    This is a strong portrait of a strong woman. You’ve developed a character in few lines…a woman I would like to invite for tea or coffee. A woman I would like to emulate.

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  6. August 29, 2011 at 7:58 pm

    It’s sad yet, it seems as if the woman has lived a rich and full life it seems she has no regrets. She seems wise considering she knows she will not live to reach old age. Gentle, yet powerful in its imagery. A lovely read.

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  7. September 1, 2011 at 12:43 am

    stunning one.

    🙂

    smiles.

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  8. ~L
    September 1, 2011 at 4:26 am

    This is a beautiful visual… I was captured!

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  9. September 4, 2011 at 11:53 pm

    the eyes like glitter line in the last graph was a nice sparkle at the end. i liked the rhythm, and the deeper you go into her as we move along deeper.

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  10. September 15, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    touching words, very well penned.
    smiles.

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  11. October 5, 2012 at 7:43 am

    A woman I’d like to know and be.

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  12. October 5, 2012 at 8:53 am

    fascinating and beautiful– and poignant, tugging on the heart– xxj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com

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  13. October 5, 2012 at 5:08 pm

    I like this very much….I believe I know some like her 😉

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  14. October 5, 2012 at 5:36 pm

    The structure, repetitions, rhyme, and haunting point-of-view of the narrator are intriguing and add to a sense of exploration. The atmosphere of otherness descends upon the reader like a fog. The foreshadowing of her death is especially poignant. Your excellent characterization shines through the prose poem.

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