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Of A Woman
Free-verse poem
When in the daytime
my house is glowing, and
the light runs through her,
she opens and show herself.
Walls are bright with colorful paintings,
ceilings are precious with hanging chandeliers,
floors are soft with obliging rugs…
Once she’s ready, the guests can visit
and everyone can admire her…
But at night and solitary,
when just a dim flare
revives her, my stable house builds me
with principles and foundations.
Solid and square walls,
against the outside world, I have as a support.
High ceilings my eyes follow along her beams and joists,
to slowly mark the rhythm of my time.
Resilient floors assist and accompany
my step that, in other rooms, goes for venture …
So, yes, she is sun and moon and,
not by chance,
in her, my life has reverberated.
Thank you for reading my poem.
