Female wisdom slows down the fight 27 October 2024
They hoarded from river to sea homes not for them so tirelessly as broken throngs just had to flee usurped lands cannot be taken
As they looked for love and respect the tides turned on debased regret although they were told not to fret their losing path carved itself dark
Trump to trump with a winning card wrong male policies to discard intruders are leveled down hard female wisdom slows down the fight
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word “respect” as the inspiration. For more poems and rules, follow this link :
Scalding memories
Blisters in the soul that wept
Abandoned all hope
Scorching sunlight dimmed
Shadows played with my mind’s eye
Dusk fell on the plains
A nightingale sang
Darkness covered the window
Black spiders shriveled
A flutter in heart
shaking off obscurity
Wild thoughts bloomed inward
Parched throat renewed odes
Charred flowers revived colours
The blackness withered
A staff split curtains
Shades of his heart shimmered through
Prince of Peace anew
Reading of the poem:
Prince of Peace Official Lyric Video – Hillsong UNITED
She continued her whirling feeling lighter as she slowly connected both to the skies and the Earth at the same time. He seemed to have left the threshold and entered the room and she felt his silent mood grow. It was as if he was trying to figure out how best to tackle the fact that she was now ignoring all his taunts. He wondered then whether he should just dismiss her from his life as he could have virtually anyone he wanted to have. Was he not the ultimate saviour? She spiraled higher into the bliss provoked by the sensation of the sufi whirling. He disappeared from her thoughts as the feelings of bliss got more intense.
He sensed her escaping his reach and riled against it. It was not that she was pretty or intelligent, it was something beyond the physical and the intellectual, it was something related to her metaphysical ability to elude him despite his alchemy skills. He, who prided himself on being a master of alchemy was unable to bend her mind and soul so that she would be just another creature submitting to his will. The challenge tickled and irritated him all at once. He could see now that she was slowing down her sufi whirling and attempted a new line of action he had never attempted before. He tried to scare her.
She could feel the building up of his anger now behind her but she merely mirrored it back at him from within her peace. She could see with her mind’s eye how he struggled against his own anger before overcoming it by transforming it again into nothingness. She could sense his amazement and the questions welling within him on how she could have acquired the skill of reducing all his psychic attacks to something sent back to him. Was she no longer pining for him like she used to? Was there no longer that initial love present that he could transfigure into hate and thereby into fear? She merely smiled back at him. Look at the skies how they smile, she said and he felt strangely lightheaded as she uttered those words.
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