This is my seventy-third entry for the Steemit School of Poetry 100 Days Challenge.
WOMAN, DO PRONOUNCE MY NAME
When a woman whispers
some magical words
a spell is cast
in the whole world
When a woman cries
tears of sorrow or joy
a dark rose withers
or a chrysanthemum explodes
somewhere in gusts of color.
When a woman pronounces your name
you exist more, you are more
because she will you into existence
like a force of nature or a cluster of stars.
When a woman dies
all hopes die
all smiles die
for the womb of the world
owes her the cry
and the scream
and the joy of breathing
Woman, do pronounce my name,
do whisper in my ear some spell
so I can exist longer
do cry with joy so my soul blooms
don't die on me, woman
cause I will die with you.
NOTES
This poem needs no explanation.