The diva strides and flexes lightly
yet her footsteps resonate
and all who sense the ripples
stop
and turn around.
Her power is her freedom
her freedom is her joy
her joy is boundless
like the wind
unstoppable
sometimes soft and gentle,
sometimes like a hurricane
she takes you,
and she sweeps you up
and far away ...
Her laughter owns the sky
and all is at her mercy,
at her touch
of wilderness enchantment,
vibrant lightning
bringing rush of life,
wherever it may strike.
Bow your head in reverence
and pray!
Her smile
as you emerge the chosen one
will raise you,
a breathless moment -
Step beyond,
become immortal
in the mirror of her gaze.
Wow! What an empowering poem! I felt lifted and could hear the bouncing energy of the words.This poem is about blossoming womanhood,and sheer feminity. Wow! anne pawlak.
Reviewed by Reginald Birch (Reader)
Reviewed on October 28, 2004
This lady is certainly some Diva, beautifully versed, a joy to read.
Thank you.
Reg.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Blessings~Shell
Thank you.
Reg.
Sandie May Angel