Beautiful Cynthia

I love it Eileen

They were young once, he promises her the moon’s glow,

The stars he captures, but his promise fails. He must go.

A new journey so far from home, new people, a new town,

His heart rips into the pain. Laughter gone, now a constant frown.

She cannot stop the tears, a young love, a heart broken,

As he waves goodbye his love for her remains unspoken.

Years down the road a recording once upon a midnight tune,

A package he sends. A picture of her under the stars and moon.

On and on the tune played a recording of his heart for her,

The words he spoke softly. Words she will always remember.

I have loved you forever, my little moon and stars,

A knock upon the door, together now. Never will they part.

© Cynthia Clark

Very nice Eileen, a lovely poem

Paper Mache Moon

A curious student

reaches for a paper mache moon

to open possibilities.

What will she discover?

The world beyond hers is infinite.

The reflection warming her hands

is making her consider her future.

She could discover something

that no one else ever knew about.

The paper mache moon is more

than just a classroom object.

Eileen Sateriale

EM��

The Wisdom of the Light

Born that day was a baby girl

The nurse place pink on her, to label her

For she must comply with the masculine system

Brainwash to believe women are inferior to men

Chain to being weak

Obeying the male, in servitude you must be

But as she grew, it was clear, she was not like others girls

A mind she possess, she demand equal access to all knowledge

Those who control society as a whole were in shock

How could insolent little bitch question the wisdom of man

For God, he said, that man will reign over all earth and women were just to serve- It’s written in the book

For her to say that she is equal to a man, that’s subversive talk my friend

But she would not bend to their pressure

she stood her ground even as the people but her down

She felt hopeless and despair until

God came to her one night, in a dream

As she floated among the stars

A bright sphere of light, appeared

The orb was of a beautiful light, and as she moved in space among the multitude of stars

She reached out to the orb

Bring it close to her, she saw a face appear

A beautiful woman looking back her

She could feel the energy of the light shoot within her

The knowledge she was seeking she how obtained

Then she looked with eyes of Windom at the lady in the sphere

You’re God, but how can that be the book says you’re a man

The lady smile back at the child and said God is not a man nor is she a woman, what you see what you want to see

For the soul within you is genderless!

Guildford H Windley

March 26, 2018

Very nice poems by both of you, enjoy them!

moonlight glimmers outward, night comes creeping slowly through the air,

toward heaven she lifted up her hand and held the sphere extended,

but she knew that the stars were deep within the shadows out of touch

suns light from billions

of light years away