Feminine Lament/Poetic Prose

Feminine Lament


My carriage ached with emptiness of lifeless tides crashing its foam in swirling tirade of "Nor'easter."  Tears mingled, saline found vision halted.  Life drained with the power of its pull; cup emptied of life's liquid held but a moment before.

          Grasp the handle tightly
          grip a barren cup
          dreams deceive us nightly
          when the bottom side is up

no longer was a tiny heart-song heard.

A thousand tears drowned the vacancy of my flattened shadow; held spring seed with tender remorse, afraid to contaminate new sprouts as my affliction labored.

Bent with failure's feminine recognition, grief is my loneliness, and no supportive hand could find my soul.

Left to crumble into washed foam and rubble, aftermath mingled power and wilting beauty beneath parting clouds, and silence was left to sing as sea breeze failed to swell this womb with life.