He Asked Me: What Is It Like To Be A Woman? Poem by Maria Mitea
He Asked Me: What Is It Like To Be A Woman?
and i pretended to be the air, warm wind gently moving behind his ears,
ruffling his hair, touching his eyelids,
smoothly entering his chest, making him believe that he was breathing, and i again
pretended to be a flower, a beautiful flower, calmly waiting,
alluring him with my gaze as you would lure a bee, or a bird when it flies and hums, and sings, flaps its wings and looks for its place in the palm,
then he asked me again: - and yet, what is it like to be a woman? and
i pretended it was raining
and raining
' i pretended to be the air, warm wind gently moving behind his ears, '------'again pretended to be a flower, a beautiful flower, calmly waiting, alluring him with my gaze as you would lure a bee, or a bird when it flies'
The soft and tenderness of woman's feelings has been expressed so beautifully in this poem!
Art to avoid direct answer is something very tricky and you did well in your poem as well. Creative thinking and writing...Full ****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 12:42:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful fluidity of identities...this is the shape-shifting of soul that is only made possible by love.