I’ve Been Collecting Poems All Day

I’ve been collecting poems all day.

They must have been written by a woman —
I don’t care from where or when —
It doesn’t matter if she offers her fragrance to her son or daughter, to her father, a stranger or to her God. It doesn’t matter.

This is not to say that men don’t love. They do of course but in a different way. A woman’s love shines like a lantern in the dark.

Her love is her love and her love shines.
It sweetens her choice of words and makes the melody of each line sparkle.

I collect poems written by women because a woman’s love shines from between the spaces of her words and wraps around you like a warm
blanket on a rainy afternoon.

That is the real reason I collect women’s poetry.