Body do not be proud
Even though some proclaim you a temple
And worldings call you beautiful
A biography of a life well-lived.
You have your rights and privileges
But you ought to be my friend.
Look me in the eye and acknowledge
I am Soul. I am You.
For Poets United
As we wind down the year, I want to take a moment and thank all readers and followers of my blog for taking time to read my writings, and for your kind and encouraging comments. And you my fellow writers for the inspiration and support…THANK YOU!
I wish everyone love, peace and joy.
With love from Finland! ♥♥♥
note: I’m taking a short break from blogging. See you in 2018!
p.s. I’m also linking to Midweek Motif at Poetry United, where Sumana asks us to write about “Celebration”. One of the things I’m celebrating this month is the snowfall, as I’m always looking forward to White Christmas.
She struts draped in crimson velvet
and fragrance she wears give rise to
a sense of awe enticing with promises.
Symphonic femininity, though prickly
by nature, turns heads; envy obvious
as suitors and bards compete in verse
for she takes only one lover at a time.
Ravishing Rose herself, declares love.