Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The beauty of the woman


The heart of the woman is wide-mouthed sea
Carrying child's lusty cries before dawn
On her swollen breasts nestle a tribe
On her broad shoulders ride warriors
Her bloodline is red as fiery volcano

The hands of the woman is baked brown by sun
Sweaty & dirty by toiling soil & tending chores 
She moves with a purpose, planting her roots
so her children will know her, of her
Her words are grain, spreading field to field-

The face of the woman is marked by every lash
Of windstorm, every tear of thundering clouds
Yet her demeanor is calm, murmuring of rain drops
On her body, round & laden as sudden flurry
of March spring blooms, beautifully astonishing- 




                                Henry Moore - Figure lying (Canada, Ottawa, 1930)


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Muses from History - Hosted by Abhra ~ I was inspired by Henry Moore sculptures when I went to our Art Galley of Toronto ~
And Poets United - Beauty hosted by Sumana

29 comments:

  1. I was thinking particularly of a mother as I read this. Of her beauty and toughness. On her shoulders ride warriors. Made me smile, as it is a cool line. Nicely written grace.

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  2. This is so great.. love how you use metaphors here.. her heart, breasts shoulders.. it's so effective, and everything says strength... the source and the spring is a woman. Love this.

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  3. there's much beauty in caring for others... such a strong and tender description of her... and i too loved the warrior line

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  4. Beauty of women tRuly
    expressing today now
    un-repressing and
    un-oppressing
    emotions
    and sensuality
    always
    em
    pow
    eRing
    human
    life
    from
    end to
    beginning
    NOW.. MEN
    still fearful of
    being HUman
    overAll
    and
    dragGing
    Zombies
    BEhinds..:)

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  5. This is absolutely stunning! The several attributes of a woman which give rise to her beauty :D Beautifully executed :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  6. ah...a woman is beauty made, the creator wished her to be like this...beauty dwells in her strength, in her love and in her sacrifice...a powerful write Grace, as always....

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  7. What a beautiful piece about female, mothering energy. This is my favorite:
    "She moves with a purpose, planting her roots
    so her children will know her, of her
    Her words are grain"

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  8. You have characterized 'woman' beautifully in your words.

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  9. A wonderful write, Grace. So many wonderful images, especially her breasts nestling a tribe and on her shoulders ride warriors. So true!!!!!!

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  10. She sure sounds like a tough woman, one to ride out any storm

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  11. This very much reminds me of a post card a friend brought me from Malta (I think) of the sculpture of one of the earliest godesses. Quite stunning.

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  12. The first line totally captured me! How wonderfully you have described us - nurturing but carrying warriors.....this is just an amazing poem.

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  13. The first stanza in my favourite - you started simply but added a lot of strength and intensity on the way, Grad you could join in Grace.

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  14. a fantastic reflection - this is a classic Grace of woman and what she has been through the ages.

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  15. Not false glamour but true female beauty, at one with that of Mother Earth.

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  16. You are woman, roaring poetically as you give tribute to abstract sculpture. I feel that most men could not have written this powerful & emotional ballad, for we, though we may think otherwise, are swathed in different genes. I, too, of course loved the tribe camping out on breasts, & warriors piggy-backing on smooth wide shoulders. Thanks for your lovely comment over to my blog.

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  17. You have defined the perfect definition of a mother. Bravo.

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  18. Yet her demeanor is calm,
    murmuring of rain drops

    That is the beauty of ladies and who says it is skin deep!

    Hank

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  19. Grace, buddy, friend, pal; all I can say is we must be looking at different women.

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  20. The references to the divine feminine make the beauty of the poem stronger.

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  21. This is lovely Grace. I can see how the sculpture inspired you to write about woman and her many strengths.

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  22. I'm speechless, Grace. What strikes me is the line about her words being grain...this to me, speaks of a doing kind of love...deep and compassionate. Amazing work!

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  23. Your poem made me think of the Earth Goddess or the eternal woman - a strong and caring woman.

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  24. The beauty of the woman: a beautiful piece. It begs to me reverently read aloud.

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