by Rana

In empires of grace where moonlight weaves,
It is a tale of power, a heart that believes.
Behold the beauty, a woman’s delight,
In her, resilience blushes, an intangible sight.

The curvature of pursuits, in every line,
A testament to time, an art divine.
Her laughter, a lyric in the cheerful refrain,
Echoes through canyons, easing every pain

The beauty of a woman, not skin deep,
But in the pledges, she dares to keep.
A tapestry is woven with threads of might,
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night.

Her gossip, a dance of eloquence,
Weaving whispers of triumph, a testament.
In the silence, her power resounds,
A romantic poet, where grace abounds.

For she’s the melody in life’s magnific score,
A storm of love, an eternal encore.
In her reality, a masterpiece unfolds,
A canvas of beauty, where her tale molds.

So, praise the beauty, the strength within,
A poet’s ode to the woman, the origin.
In her, a universe, a celestial design,
A symphony of elegance, forever to shine.

© Rana M 13 January 2024 All rights reserved

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by Lynn White

Time is digging graves again
graves of bones
and flesh
graves of ideas
memories
avenging a life lived
a spent or mis-spent youth
all buried now
the running away has stopped
and only time passes.

First published in Broken Spine, Reels: Cinematic Poetry, Fall 2024

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