Poetry

Simplemente Mujer

Maria’s smile reaches to the corners of her cheeks.

Her eyes glint like ripples of a lake

Under silver moonlight.

Her welcome is a plump embrace,

A warm shower of kisses.

The lines around her sparkling eyes

Fold like

The layers of the earth, natural and beautiful.

When she sings,

Her body is a pendulum.

Sashay and sway in eloquence for

Her voice is a hoarse but bubbling joy

Unabashed. It is substantial, yet light as the blue mist

That floats above the snowcapped Andean peaks.

Her character is as enduring as the land –

Harsh yet yielding,

Unchanging as the seasons pass.

He sings, of her smell

Of salty sea and lemons,

And the feel of her palm

Rough yet gentle.

In his voice we can almost hear

The echoing song of hers,

The chorus that had coaxed him from non-being.

He yearns for us to know

A woman we will never know

And now, will never forget.

His mother, the eternal mother

Maria she is buried here

In the mountains

That stretch to the horizon.

In this world where donkeys wander

Heavy laden yet carefree.

I cannot see his face.

It’s simply too dark –

But I can hear

The tiny plunk of his tears as they land on his guitar.

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About Jean C Wong

I am a world traveler, writer, photographer, and teacher. I've lived all over the world and speak 5 languages.

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