Black veiling on her head
A mammoth of sores
It struck the nucleus
Of her centered Venus

Her tears like tides of river
Those currents are stronger
Pricking as many needles
Oh pain and the hurdles

A woman of sorrow
Of anguish in morrow
Bleak as an empty glass
Goats won’t eat grass

She and immaculate
Of her womanhood in violet
A choice is a maze
Of rubber and lace




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to Violet

  1. mariechriez says:

    All the words are symbolic and profound…. a mere reflection of your personality! πŸ™‚ Keep on writing.. Violet?! Hmnnn….. What about a sonnet that revolves on the PINKISH theme?!

    • Marie, this isn’t directed to me. It was written for those women who can relate to mourning πŸ™‚ I have written something about “pink” years ago but i opted not to publish it…maybe one day πŸ™‚

  2. Ian Moone says:

    Very nice really liking how it flows towards the woman’s side and how the poet has lost some of the power

  3. nightlake says:

    a very strong poem

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