AN ODE TO THE WOMAN

A poem about loss and how to deal with it. In the poem the speaker addresses an unnamed woman - recounting life events to her in an effort to keep her heartbroken mind away from the devastating loss.

Just when she popped out of the blind 

Into the aisle of the neo-edifice society’s 

Condominium; 

At the mo unmistakably beheld as placid, 

      yet a flaccid pelt upon tap  

[In my insensate sight of her sparkle and finery];

Did I behold her as the woman:

Fine-looking, temperate and compassionate. 

Hitherto, just when I thought hers would stay for ever

[possibly into post-nonagenarian];

Merely for her - ‘musing her specifically

      and also all and sundry at large;

Did I pitifully hear her say it was lastly over

And, thus I screwed up

For which I wished and reproved my shortfalls

On hers, just when the era was apt

 

‘Twins’ she once assured me; persisting. 

[But,… alright

I know you are just too strong a woman

To buckle under this weight

For you see, too:

She now walks in the moonlight serenity 

Deep into the eternal glory and peace]