chester maynes

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



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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to

  1. RAMU DAS says:

    Although you’re re-blogging, but I think, I’ve not read this earlier.

    “A woman of sorrow
    Of anguish in morrow” — Awesome!

    Anyways, I’ve nominated you for the Super Sweet Blogging Award.
    I don’t know if you accept any such awards or not… felt
    like nominating you, so I did it.

    Here is the link:

  2. This is an amazingly lovely poem.

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