She Endures

She Endures

endures

 

Tony DeLorger © 2016

 

She stands alone, bent of limb,
the vast cracked land forever flat,
finds horizon with a floury of jagged spires;
and grey skies mirror her solitude,
a body so beauteous in blend with dried wooden growth,
stuck in waterless subterfuge,
roots thirsting and flesh in plea,
of change, to set her free.

Her hair of green, of forest scent,
her arms of dried and lifeless spokes,
uphold a nest, a hope of reprieve,
a life in waiting to soothe her seed;
and mother’s plump and succulent breasts,
ripe and poised to feed,
the earth that seems so bereft of hope,
for rain to revive and exceed her scope.

And so she waits,
her form a beauty in contrast,
her nature so eloquent to evoke,
the knowing that she will ensue, for all she is,
that life will continue in fall and growth,
and beauty leads her forms and whims,
forever changing,
in cycles just and never sin.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

2 thoughts on “She Endures

  • May 26, 2016 at 12:10 PM
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    The desert is certainly abundant with life in it’s own very dry, secluded, cracked, wind blown, crevices way. Barely an oasis to fall upon and drink plenty from. The trickster of it’s very nature, will lead a thirsty man to images of beauty reaching out, a woman’s form, her stature, her shapes, so eloquent and enticing to his touch and tongue, though parched and dry, cracked and wanting of wet upon it, he crawls like a serpent like so many on this desert floor, reaching her to touch and find but a dryness so old, decayed and lifeless. Her beauty now dropping as he draws so near. I can’t imagine the pain Tony, of being lost in spirit and mind under the penetrating desert sun, all images are evoked, thankfully the beauty of a bent over woman, entices all our senses with hope. Well penned, I thoroughly enjoyed this piece.

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  • May 27, 2016 at 1:09 AM
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    Thanks my friend, yes this pictures evokes so much and I couldn’t help but use it as a prompt for poetry. So glad you enjoyed it Vincent. Cheers!

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