Sunflower Poetry

Outside my inside there is a whole new world.

Outside my inside you’d never know it was me.

Inside my outside there is a whole new world.

Inside my outside you’d never know it was me.

Outside is the person who nods and agrees.

Inside is me, the person, wondering what?!

Outside are the words and social signals.

Inside I’m wishing for a translator or two.

Outside is the wishes and dreams of you all.

Inside are my secret dreams and prayers.

Outside is loud and insistent, strident too.

Inside they whisper, like fabric on skin.

Outside I make the right moves and noises.

Inside I fear that I’ll never quite get ‘it’.

Outside everything seems so, you know.

Inside everything is not what it seems.

Outside you see what you need to see.

Inside I nurture what I need me to be.

Outside you see me dancing silent,

Inside I am moving to an orchestra!

Outside my inside is a world I don’t know.

I live there, yes, and yet I wonder if

My inside left that outside place

would you miss me?

With Real Toads challenge…my version!

Atlas held up the world, the legend goes.

But the woman kept it turning ’round.

Adam named the animals and plants.

Eve midwifed and weeded the garden.
Jewish legend says the man is the house head.

Woman is the heart that keeps him alive.
Men went to war, fought for peace and freedom.

Women kept the home and hearth waiting.
Her hand rocks the cradle and rules the world.

His hand holds hers and together they can reign.
Feminine is more than the sum of a woman’s parts.

Feminine is the quiet voice of intuition and heart.
Celebrate her in corsetted glory, or in fierce battle array.

Celebrate her cradling babe or walking alone in life.

Celebrate her in all the ways that are woman.

Dancing under the moon and stars, basking in the sun.
Woman is more than all you can dream of or see.

Woman is all of us, forever, woven together a tapestry.
Part II

I saw a lovely dress, just the other day.

I wish I could wear it somewhere special.

Then I laughed! Laughed so hard I cried.

Cows, horses, dogs and little boys don’t care

if Mama is dressed up pretty and fair.

They only care that you are there, to love and play.
I am a woman, with some dignity and a bit of grace.

I can work hard beside my man, and still be a Mama.

Realizing that feminine doesn’t mean ornamental

but rather it means being fully alive each day.

Smiling I put on my work clothes and we go

to get dirty, have fun, work hard and live loud.
I want my son and husband to see the feminine.

No doubt they need to see the woman that is me.

They need to see more than ‘girl’ or ‘boy’ to know

that we can do, or not do, as we are abled nor gendered!

I can do, or choose not to, because I do.

They can choose to do, or not, because they do.
Being a woman, a lady, is more than clothes or jewels.

It is taming wild beasts or laundry day or dream dragons.

It is dancing with babes, holding hands and listening hard.

We are always more than we at first seem.

As I get older and see through the experienced eyes

I can see how far we have come from the old lies.
Women can be anything they wish to be, except be men.

We can be anything we choose, we should choose wisely.

I could be a ballerina, but I’d be the worst ever seen!

Give me my horse, though, and you’ll see us dance!

Not many dresses in my wardrobe, never any hose!

But make no mistake, here a lady lives and there she goes.

 
For With Real Toads challenge, won’t you stop by and enjoy some other poetry? (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.ca/2012/04/kenias-wednesday-challenge.html)