AUREET'S POETRY — Women's Songs

Women's Songs

I Am Woman (1978)
I am woman.
Know me.

I am a woman of water
A song upon the Sea,
Come, Dance with Me.

I am a woman of Magic,
A dream filled Mystery,
Spin Spells with Me.

I LOVE,
Turning from winter darkness,
I move in Flames.

In Spiritual Seeking, Reaching
Never in the sun, but arching back
to Water, Wise and Deep.

I am the Oak and the Willow,
the Earth and the Sea, and Fantasies.
I am many things - -
Discover Me.

(Abbie) (1975)

She died
never finding
the one
to love.

No More (1975)

When you left me
I died.
Now, you came back,
I am no more.

Becoming A Woman? (1975)

I used to be sad,
but now I'm not.
I used to cry a lot,
but now I don't.
I used to be lonely,
but now I'm not.
I used to hurt a lot,
but now I don't.
I used to try to kill myself,
now I'm dead.

I used to walk down the street,
lonely and sad,
Now I run and dance and sing,
aware of the world around me.

I used to be trapped in a cage,
now I wonder free.
I used to be lonely,
now I have friends,
but now I play a game.

I used to run and skip and jump,
I used to climb trees,
I used to roll down hills,
Now I strut by in my high heels,
and watch the children play…

Joining in Sorrow (1978)

Her tears fell silently
as she watched him disappear
into the softly falling rain.
Forever gone.
The rain drops and tears
mingled on her face.
Silence.
The pitter patter of rain drops,
The smell of roses dying.
She looked up,
as if questioning God.
Her eyes fell upon an old lady
gloomy, lonely in the window frame.
sadly watching the rain drops fall.
Looked down upon the upturned face
of love lost and grief.
Their souls joined
through each other's eyes,
filled with eternal sorrow.

Trapped (1975)

Trapped!
A way out?
No.
Let me out!
No.
Please!
No.
I want out , Now!
No.
Help me!
No.
Trapped!

Camille (1975)

Fiddling with things in drawers,
taking out, putting in.
checking out what some things are.
Looking curious.

Got up, threw something in the wastebasket
brought back something with her.
Threw something out.
Took a chalk out and put on the board,
did not write.
Took an empty drawer, shook over basket.
Looked at something and laughed.

Cleaning, arranging, fixing, organizing.
Opened and closed drawers,
Moved desk, Cleaned off its top.
Got up, looked at slides,
Moved chairs.
Found a dress, held up to self,
folded it and put in a box.
Arranged books in a basket
(all straight).

A Woman Asking (1976)

A woman on a horse
rode by.
She asked me:
What time is it?
I tried to tell her with my eyes:
The time - - warm sunshine
Caressing my breast.
She just rode on.

Twinkle (1974)

She sat there
so proudly immovable.
Then she screamed
and jumped three feet.

With an evil grin
and a devilish twinkle
in my eyes,
I hid my feather away.

She Devil? (1976)

She rode into my life
hair flying beneath her crash helmet;
Red hot pants barely covering
her luxurious legs.
She wore a tight black leather jacket
with nothing underneath
All black leather boots
up to her knees.
She sat astride a shiny
black motorcycle.
She left laughing
riding into the blue horizon.
She-Devil
Was engraved on her back.
She haunts me still,
She-Devil,
Laughing.

Growing Older (1977)

She sits alone
on a park bench,
Children playing
around her,
Happy in her memories.

A Woman's Siren Song (1974)

I am the Earth Mother,
I am She,
I give life.
I give the comfort of love
beyond dreams of paradise.
I give the strength to stand tall,
or its illusion… .

I also give death - -
Softly, warmly - -
The siren song.
One man surrendered
and lost his soul… .
Another tried to battle,
neither captive nor free.
The struggle destroyed him.
A third dragged away
by those who cared,
A forth still waits and waits.

Ah, but the pain, the pain…
"I chose not this siren song.
I cry - "Tis not! I am innocent!"
Why? Why?
When love is what drives me,
Love given freely,
Why does it destroy?

'Tis the story of the Earth -

with life is death…
And the love that consumes
is the love that destroys.
Yes, I sing the siren song.
Alas, for those who are not strong,
Alas for the siren singing her song.
She will meet her match some day,
perhaps then…

Window (1977)

Look out your window,
on a snowy winter night,
Gaze at the beauty
of the untouched snow.
You know that silence
guards the night.

A hand went out to the window sill
as she looked into the night.
She quietly drew the blind
and sat back in silence.