Category: Writing

A Woman is a World

 

Somewhere to the left
And a little bit high
Just out of reach
From the average guy

 

Even if one got close
There is a mystery
A circular maze
A lot of history

 

If one navigates that
Things become more real
Closer to the center
Of the moving wheel

 

Here she lives and breathes
With a lot of moving parts
Children, home, and work
Tending many hearts

 

Deeper still into her core
Burning deeply bright
Lies the longest tunnel
Running out of sight

 

One could get lost there
Trying to find the end
Hoping to be a lover
Before he is a friend

 

Once true and made
The friend will discover
The tunnel opens up
To a trail called Lover

 

Winding along the river Truth
Past the draping Passion trees
Breathing the sweet air of Trust
From a gentle and kind breeze

 

There upon the path
Is laughter and play
Silliness and kisses
Any time of day

 

Still further in
The way dips and rises
Eventually arriving
To even more surprises

 

A house nestled in the woods
Made of the finest Loyal oak
With windows of Honesty
That cannot be broke

 

Inside is the heart
Of this beautiful mind
The living space of a queen
The most loving kind

 

If one is invited in
Care and tenderness abound
Happiness and gratitude
Are easy to be found

 

Inside these walls
Dreams are hatched
Plans are made
And efforts are matched

 

Beyond the French doors
Under a canopy of Desire
Lies a secret garden
And a place for a fire

 

On a bed of spring grass
Near the base of a pine
With a view to the stars
And the finest wine

 

She will lay alongside you
And whisper in your ear
If you listen with care
Your very heart will hear

 

The thunder of ten storms
The rumble of earth and rock
The roar of the seven seas
The call of a hunting hawk

 

The serene trickle of waterfalls
The flitting of hummingbird wings
The swish of salmon swimming
And many more surprising things

 

When she touches your skin
A bigger truth is revealed
It is her deepest self
Being unconcealed

 

Try as you may
Try as you might
You will never, ever find
A more beautiful sight

 

As Desire descends
Into her special place
Her eyes glow with color
Like embers on her face

 

Her arms surround you
With bosom to your chest
Her lips soft like feather
She brings out your best

 

Heaven’s gate has a key
That only few know about
There in the garden
She turns it without a doubt

 

If ever you find yourself
Reaching up high
To the left and out of reach
Be sure to know just why

 

Because a woman is a world
All unto her own
Deserving your very best
More than you have ever shown

 

If you can’t give her that
If you have yourself more in mind
Just stop and move away
And leave her to a better kind

 

-Michael Parks

Zest. Gusto. How rarely one hears these words used. How rarely do we see people living, or for that matter, creating by them. Yet if I were asked to name the most important items in a writer’s make-up, the things that shape his material and rush him along the road to where he wants to go, I could only warn him to look to his zest, see to his gusto.

RAY BRADBURY

Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. Then, like the hero of the fable, your dance will dazzle the world.

ROBERT McKEE

You learn the most from sitting down and doing the work, regularly, patiently, sometimes in hope, sometimes despairingly. When you have something that seems complete, show your work to people you trust to be honest but not malicious. Put it aside for six months and reread it. Expect to be disgusted by your own early work. If writing is your vocation, if you hope that it might be your salvation, push on through the disgust until you find one true sentence, a few words that say more than you expected, something you didn’t know until you set it down.

– NAOMI ALDERMAN