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Feminine By Bryan Stillman
Getting used to the water Is a lifelong pursuit. Staring out from a glass bottom boat Turns my feelings into glistening pieces of clear fruit. It hurts to slam my muscled paddles Against the raw red-dark power of the deep sea. The pain lasts and lasts like an unforgiving high tide, The water washes away all that is not me. Some hide beneath rocks and shells Afraid of being called an unusual name. As if feminine is less than powerful, As if gentle is more of the same. The glory down below doesn’t disappear The depths are far to make you dive there. It’s not the muscle that takes you It’s the wavy delicate flow that’s so hard to bear.
Copyright © 2008 Bryan Stillman |
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by Bryan Stillman on SoMa Literary Review The
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