Monday, March 28, 2005

Woman, why weepest thou?

Reality lightens my burdened soul
with the knowledge
of my tattered clothes.

To be happily shrouded
by the protection of secrets
does not hide existance.

There is no need to be afraid.
The morning sun reveals the naked form
under the linen.


Jennia said...

Dear Carol,
thanks for your cruising. I added your blog to my blogroll to visit here on hand. :)
Your poems are appealing. It seems that I see that courageous woman. And, I think when my poems will be as good as yours. Hee.. anyway, keep it on. :)

Carol said...

I am honored to be on your roll, Jennia.