Bright dark eyes so beautifully kohled
cried in anguish in pain
‘how could they?’
eyes sparkling fire
to talk over me?
to pretend as if I am invisible
to act as if I knew nothing
wounded pride spoke
years of knowledge
commitment to work
has been questioned
seething in anger, she cried
is it because I am a woman?
and soon quietened in contemplation
furrows deep on her forehead.
PS: of men and manners!
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Well said! (I hope you are not writing about recent upsetting experiences, but if so, poems are a good way to deal with emotions of all kinds– as you know.)
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Thanks Albert. One is moved by what happens around. And writing helps heal always!
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