The Sisters of Cryona

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                     Being born perfect has its advantages

                                     No strife, but only accesses

                                     To the keys and the castles of mysterious mazes

                                     A naturelness, not asking nor waking oneness.

                                     The anxieties are passed off as playfulness

                                     The nervousness as faithfulness

                                     While the doubts may come to stay

                                     It makes her eyes sultry with colors of gray

                                     But even further roams her wiles

                                     As daughter, mother and the loving wife

                                     Now deep in paranoia, her smiles grow ominous

                                     A new dress helps the shadows grow luminous

                                     But she's not yet quite the belle of the ball

                                     That smolders the minds of men from here to Peter's Hall

                                    Not until she gets to wit with the big  ' Dep. '

                                     A depression in a woman  anchors her follicles

                                     Now spies she, the evil and good of men's ballicles

                                     Heaven help the men who resist the mother

                                     Truly science does most to misunderstand her.

                                     Not the psychosomatist,  to indulge with vitamins

                                     She's a work of the passions, not definitions.

                                     Take her out to Kittyhawk and let the lady fly

                                     She'll surprise ya, why don't you try?

                                    Tears in a lady are the mimes of gladness

                                     Speaks of the joys of the kingdom cometh.

                                    All these I heard say in my inner recesses

                                     From the wife, the daughter and the sisters.

 

 

Reviews

[Muse]

Wow this is one of your best by far. Maybe it's because I can relate to it so? I put on a perfect facade, but inside I feel like a mess! Thanks for sharing this great poem!

[Lily Mae]

Wonderful insight on the workings of a wife, daughter, sister and Mother :) xx Enjoyable write..xx

[stars are far]

so great nice and sweet
well done :)