Lady of the Lands

Who is she?
Her eyes are twisting pools of color
Hues of sky, dark sand, and sea.
Her skin could be a painter's palette,
So many tones in pointillist style
I could never count them all

Her body is in a haze
Every swish of her hips
Turns petite into large and every shape between.

Nothing about her is constant.
Everything about them is unique.

If I blink I might miss her
She might blow away with the wind
Or become the vast prairie

She is still before me
Above me
Around me
In me

Where is she now?
The grass feels sacred where she stood.
Where is she, I wonder, but I already know the truth.
Her benevolence washes over like the tide.
And I now stand in the deep.

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

Here you have created the captivation of a lover in hunt for his godess as I view it good job

[Emily]

Actually, I intended this poem to be about a benevolent goddess who takes the form of every woman on Earth to help her fellow ladies. But thanks!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. I liked the description. I agree with your words.
"She is still before me
Above me
Around me
In me"
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

Thank you for the wonderful review!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Poet.