NITA B GEORGE

 

I, A Woman...

The

Fragrance 

Of

My womanhood, 

The

Opium

That

Soothes 

And

Exits

At the same

Time,

Is

My

Only

Weapon

That

Makes its kill

So

Faithfully 

For

Me...

The Hermit's Home 

Time

Is

Taking a turn 

What

Seemed

So good 

Is

Losing

Sheen.

Thoughts,

Waves

That arose

In

A Thinking mind 

Now

Are

Taking their flight

To

A

No man's land. 

Feelings 

That

Broke

Their banks,

Now

Restricted 

Lie.

I,

Who

Found

Joy in you

Find

Midnight 

Approach 

Too soon...

Midnight, 

When

Spells

Break,

Midnight, 

When

The

Sheen

Disappears,

And

I,

The hermit

Retreat,

Retreat 

To

My own 

Self 

My home,

My 

Forever home!

NITA B GEORGE

Ms NITA B GEORGE is a published poet and a short story writer. She has a long span of 37 years, teaching English at the college level. She is a much-grounded poet, whose springs of Fantasy Spring from common mundane incidents climbing to a level of abstract thoughts...simplicity in language and short lengths of poems helps her to retain her readers' attention thereby increasing the element of readability.