Without a doubt, she said, I’ve been true.
True to the night, true to all wild things—
true to my beliefs.
South of here, in another city, a city
that knows how to keep its secrets,
she might not speak such blatant nonsense.
She would carry wisdom in her belly
like an unborn child and never, never
pretend to be other than a beacon of light.
This is very interestingly mysterious, Rhonda. Fascinating that she seems to be a different person in two different cities. Split personality, it seems. Thanks for taking part in Poets United Vice/Versa!
ReplyDeleteSeems like a struggle...to be true in one place is easy but difficult in another.
ReplyDeleteThis intrigues me. I've already read it ten times. The first stanza seems like wisdom, not "blatant nonsense" at all SOmetimes we do need to present differently in different places to be seen for what we really are. I love "city that keeps it's secrets" "wisdom in her belly like an unborn child" and "never pretend to be more than a beacon of light". Could anything be more than a beacon of light?
ReplyDelete"She would carry wisdom in her belly
ReplyDeletelike an unborn child and never, never
pretend to be other than a beacon of light." Wow wow wow
Your poem rang true to my ears, Rhonda... and with such an interesting perspective. I'll read on! :)
such strong imagery, love "wisdom in her belly like an unborn child", wonder writing.
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