a blinding white flash
pierced the eyes of a child
emerging from a dark cave
one blink
and the woman
stepped through the mirror
like Alice in Wonderland
fell into the abyss
to rejoin humanity
kicking ....
like a full term fetus
she propelled herself
into the world of man
pushing until there was
no stopping the process
she accepted life
her being, trashed by time
still feeding on a universal mind
merging body, mind, and soul
the young became the old
and within the mind’s eye
she beheld a wasteland
a scorpion devoured by
a gray lizard that is eaten by
a cobra, which is
snatched up by an eagle
while the children of man
wantonly created mayhems
she judged not
the observations of life
knowing
even in chaos there is order
no matter how primitive
life depends on itself to live
and like the scorpion
understanding
she would be a prey
she joined in life's fray
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Written & Copyrighted by Amias. All rights reserved.
Directions to Destiny.
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22 comments:
I love this honesty, face forward look at life for a real woman whose life is not a magazine cover but a felt experience. So well done.
Love the force of "she propelled herself". I can feel her empowerment as the lines move through this poem. This woman can be blissful when celebrating the chaos and taking charge of her destiny. Love, love, love this!
The last stanza stood out like a lesson of self-awareness.Admire the courage to be a prey and join the life's fray, accepting facts isn't easy for me but its better, definitely.
Amias, this poem is like a slap of reality to the face of a woman. But reality it is. I often wonder how it is that this world became a man's world. And do we still have those universal minds once we've joined our new reality? My favorite lines:
merging body, mind, and soul
the young became the old
How painfully true.
In your last stanza, Amias, I find the universal psyche of a woman, her universal inner world. "... even in chaos there is order..." This is the definition of a woman. It is who we are, what we do. We give the illusion of being the victim, knowing that sometimes we will be, but we are unafraid to live out our destiny, because at the end of the day, we chose it. Perfectly real, and perfectly beautiful, Amias!
Nevine
Thank you Sandy … yes, we are real women, and I am so tired of seeing us photo shopped.
Septembermom, coming into a man’s world it is like being born --- as women we can be very resilience, and we put order in chaos. We do it every day of our lives. Thanks for reading me.
Swapnap --- you are so right, I wish I had this much self-awareness when I was young, but better late than never. Once we accept the truth, especially when it’s staring us in the face, the better we can deal with it.
Nevine,
“We give the illusion of being the victim, knowing that sometimes we will be, but we are unafraid to live out our destiny, because at the end of the day, we chose it.”
You read me and flipped the page --- I could not have said it better. The roles we play as women are those we chose, and in so choosing, even if we lose we win. Especially if we are hooked up to the “universal mind” or as some call it, the “universal sisterhood”.
life depends on itself to live
and like the scorpion
My favourite lines. So deep..
What a fray and interesting evolving and reincarination with one`s own choice at times and acceptance with understanding about the prey and the fray.
This was quite a journey.
Yes even in chaos there's hierarchy. The predator becomes prey and so forth, such is the circle of life. It's perpetual. The last two lines held a tinge of sadness and finality but acceptance of one's eventual fate. A provocative hand you have my dear.
Glad you enjoyed it Jeeves.
Maggie, I didn’t think of it as a “reincarnation” of sort, but you are right. Our choices can be reincarnated.
Sharla, to except the inevitability of anything is sad in a way, but on the other hand it can be very freeing. If one knows they will be a prey, then one can control the action of the hunter.
Hi Amias, this is scary. It is very well written and expresses a feeling that I would not wish to have. I had to sit and think for a while.
My take on life doesn't quite match your poem:
Women run the world. They take care of all the decissions that are of forever.
Men enjoy power and limelight but their actions tumble with the whims of economies, etc.
They men's role in my take match some of your womens' plights very much. Mothers arise, teach your boys the true value of women and girls.
.. :-)
original true thoughts!
Such a powerful poem ... love the birth of spirit.
kicking ....
like a full term fetus
Wonderful!
This was beautiful. Agree with you comment. Ban photo-shop.
Hi Amias,
Must say beautifully expressed,as always.
The plight that you capture has very much as alwaz been put in the perfectly right way.
The day the fetus comes out it has to keep propelling itself.The push as well as the end both don't matter much to others.
"and within the mind’s eye
she beheld a wasteland"
Sounds true.I would actually want you to explain these two lines a bit more to me.I dunno whether what I am thinking here is exactly in sync with what you wanted to portray or not.
Last lines were the closest to the truth dear.
A powerful point driving hard one true yet inescapable thing-Choices.
Yes,she became a scorpion getting ready knowing and yet at the same time agreeing to be the prey.
And somewhere these lines made me to think might be she too has some reason in it,some greed.
I have started to feel sometimes that when we are again and again thinking about the female psyche,are we somewhere forgetting the male counterpart.
Not all males are bad and neither are all females right.
Although I agree that women suffer more than men but still I feel,generalizations should never be made not on any basis.
~Harsha
First of all, this is going to be long, and it is especially addressed to my dear friends Jim and Harsha --- this poem is not about denigrating manhood. Everyone has their own way of interpreting what they read, I try to respond to the comments left about a piece I write, rather than trying to re-interpret others thoughts.
I do not deal in judging or generalizations, but rather observations as it relates to my personal experiences. I can speak only for myself; I do not speak for the masses.
What I am observing now is the difference between your ages, which I believe to be right at two centuries, and yet you both came to the same conclusion. Note please, that the title of this piece is Blissfulness, a noun of Bliss, which means ”Extreme happiness; ecstasy. The ecstasy of salvation; spiritual joy.”
This poem is filled with metaphors, it takes in all aspects of life as I know it, or have experienced it – it does not, and I repeat, denigrate the male specie. However it does speak of the plight of a woman, and many women, as you can see from the comment goes through similar plights.
I disagree with Jim, women don’t rule the world, this is an old cliché and it does not stand true, as we can see in every aspect of our everyday lives. We tend to yield to the man when it comes to raising our boys, for some of us, around the world, to not do so could very well cost us our life. It’s not that women don’t try to teach their sons the value of womanhood; it’s just that our teaching is over-ridden by a male dominated society. Even our history and the very books we are taught from bare witness to this observation.
There is good and bad in all of us, but this piece was not written to address this.
I agree with Jim when he says, Mothers arise, teach your boys the true value of women and girls”, but this message should also be extended to the Fathers too.
Harsha, by how you end your comment to me, I know something must have struck a nerve, and the concept of generalization does the same for me. However in this case there is no generalization except in how you personally interpreted this poem.
”and within the mind’s eye
She beheld a wasteland”
A “wasteland” is defined as ”Land that is desolate, barren, or ravaged.”, and this is what wars does to land. Life, no matter how primitive, feeds upon itself to survive. Thus …
”a scorpion devoured by
a gray lizard that is eaten by
a cobra, which is
snatched up by an eagle”
We, humanity, eat other species of life to survive, whether it be plant or animal, still what we devour is as alive as we are!
A woman is the prey of mankind, be it for procreation or violence. If one knows they are a prey one can govern their steps, in other words, one can chose the way their destiny will play out; maybe not every aspect of it, but most assuredly where a hunter is concern.
We need not be unhappy at our individual or collective plight, at one time of another we are all victims. But to be unhappy at our known plight would make our lives miserable, and when this happen a woman can become very vicious and turn on her family, indeed herself.
Once I understood my plight in the world in which I co-exist in, once awaken, I can not put myself back to sleep, as it relates to knowledge deriving from my experiences and observations.
In all things, when I share, I take it back to the beginning so that I will understand, for myself, what it is I have observed and how I interpret it, determined my state of being; body, mind, and soul.
To grow, even in Chaos, one must be happy with some aspects of their lives, for indeed, I dare say, I believe there is order in all things, and that said I believe there is Chaos in order.
Here’s hoping that this brought some clarity to you both as it relates to this poems.
Thank you If for taking the time to read me.
Yes, JP every time I write something from observation, it’s always like giving birth. Thank you reading me.
Wine & Words, yes, we are photo shopped to death. It’s no wonder women and girls have bad self-esteem. But we are fighting it,
I was struck by the notion that even chaos is an order. I felt that as the soul of the poem.
Thank you Jason.
this is trust: knowing
even in chaos there is order
no matter how primitive
and the other side of Scorpio clear vision, intelligence, freedom and power of the eagle.
These days Tammie Lee, I am blessed by the company I keep online, and the mirrors you all put before me so that I may see myself without prejudices or blinders; always with humility. For this I give thanks.
Hi dear,
The way you make things understand is so clear and pious.
Sometimes,I feel that its like conversing while sitting face to face and feels so good.
I am happy that I too was thinking in the same direction of wasteland that you so wonderfully enunciated.
Yes,to have order in chaos is what drives,creates paths and let us see a reason in life itself.
I would never want to hurt you ever dear.I just hope that my comment about generalization din't seem to you as a wrong note.
I have always agreed to the things we have discussed or rather the bitter truths that we see.
It is actually these very things not happening right that we have bonded so much.
That day while I was reading this poem I very much agreed with you and at the same time something went past by my mind.
It was about a lady who had been harassing her husband by filing a false case of dowry and atrocities.
And then I felt that there are people who actually use things in other way too.That there are husbands who are actually cuckold and henpecked.
And hence I wanted to highlight the other side too.And for what I called generalization it was not your poetic style neither your outlook.I just wanted to say that males too are good and women too can be bad at times off course:)
And I know that you are not denigrating the male species at all.
Between I sent you a long mail few days back.Dunno whether you got it or not.
I am sorry I couldn't reply earlier as I was a bit busy.
Thanks dear for being there.
tc:)
~Harsha
Harsha you are a dear. Believe me; I believe that it's honorable to agree to disagree. Life is about this type of interaction, it’s what makes us creative. What’s right for me, may not be right for you --- it’s the in-between; the gray areas where we meet and enjoy each others company.
I know of some men who have been abused by women, but I wouldn’t label them as “cuckold and henpecked”. Both men and women cheat and nag each other. I think physical and mental abuse is much worse. Not being partied to either side of any argument between couples in a relationship, I would be hard press to judge either. My husband cheated on me and I nagged him about it, is that abuse? But I get your point, never the less.
No you haven't hurt me, I was hoping I had not hurt you? I didn’t get the email either. If truth be told, I love communicating, and I take pride in making sure I am understood when I am sharing something --- it's very important to me. After all, if a person takes the time to communicate with me they deserve honest and open dialogue. This type of communication brings about understanding and world peace
Hope everything is alright ... and do take care my friend.
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