Was 30 years ago.
One minute will be
The rest of my life.
I am just one
The one
Not the only one
But my one...
The one who loves you
The one who does not.
I am the one who triggers
The one who sobs.
As strong as an ox
As slippery as an eel
As oil
As soap...
Am I so many women?
I guess so.
I dance with queens
Goddesses
And witches-
As you might’ve seen.
As sour as vinegar
As sweet as honey
And ice cream
And delicious strawberries.
When there are no answers
My balance looses...
Noisy and nosey
But I don’t really care.
Quieter than silence,
Deaf silence.
Cold ice
Hot hell
Blind and voiceless
I am many me's...
Don’t know which I’d keep
I’d love to be more this me
Than the other me
But that’s the way it is.
Am even you
Fresh, dull, old, pale
Male
Female
Smooth
Tough
Wise
Silly...
I've recently realized how much
I take after all of you, people...
Yet, who I am makes a big difference.
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24 comments:
Me gusta, es profundo...
Muchos besos.
Oh I love this Dulce! Yes, I too am that woman...quiet and loud, hot and could, kind and angry... We are quite complicated in our own right!
Realizing that other writings have been given the title "best of"...I am obligated to say THIS seems to be one masterful piece, Dulce.
The women identify with this "I am many Peep" thing of yours. Men do not wonder about such--is that our difference? Male from female?
For me, some changes still taking place, but they are changes, revisions--not additions!
The picture, you could have made a hundred faces, but the simple graphic is SO more effective.
OMG, have I been critiquing here again? Apologies, sorry.
Another excellent post by Sweeter Poet!
Yessss! I am still reading--grin!
Take Care!
I love being many things. It's just part of the fun.
Eres única, eres todo.
Precioso:)
Besos.
Superb, Dulce, I love it! I especially enjoyed the meter of this piece, and your words, as always, are filed with passion.
This is just beautiful and your last line is oh so true. Love this :) Well done :)
I especially loved your first verse and then your last verse.
And then the rest!
Good one, Dulce!
Margie :)
thanks for the blessings! I am now the Nappy Master! He's already peeed on me twice.
We all share a part of each other...siempre.
yes, yes it does. great write! leaves me pondering.... how much we are a collection of those that have affected our lives, how much we are a collection of many facets in life creating one complete being of which holds many faces, many characters, many...
just wonderful, darling!
Beautiful and so true.
I am in awe of your poetry.
we are but a complex weave of intertwining opposites...
whoa!!! this is so true...so many parts...so similiar yet different...This really spoke to me...There's many parts to us...not just that one I tend to focus on. Great poem...Hey Dulce...you're the best...Sarah
Hola mi amiga¡¡, hoy me hice "seguidora-follow" tuya¡¡me gustan tus reflexiones o mejor, lo que reflejan tus reflexiones.., me veo a mí misma sintiendo esto y no pudiéndolo verbalizar, leerte es un parón para mi, contactar con la Creatividad, que es la tuya y que me ayuda a aflorar la mía...
Sabes que mi ingles no es tan completo pero es más interesante leerlo así, pues me entra por el corazón y la intuición, y en esto siento mayor Alegría.
Te mando un Tierno Abrazo¡¡
Alicia
Bravo! I see myself in your personal portrait. :))
Your Web page is gorgeous!
Eaton.
i love being a simple, complex maze filled with briers, roses, and daisies!
well said Dear Dulce
:-)
wow. beautifully written and that last line...mmm...
The last 3 lines say it all. Bravo. Magnificent.
Oh, this is lovely! You are a poet already, not one in the making.
This is a great poem for defining every woman, or should I say every human being? But you have something special that cannot be defined. I miss you too. Too much work, these last days, but thanks God. I'm on holidays now... I guess!
Oh, this is so delightful! I enjoyed it so much.
very intelligent.
I LOVE the way you wrote this girl....We are complex, every layer, every demention of us is what makes us who we are...Two contridicting souls that make up one in flesh...
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