Wednesday, April 26, 2017
The Woman Who Knew Too Much––poem by Dorothy
The Woman Who Knew Too Much
It is true
that by now
she had
read all the volumes,
thought all the ideas,
explored the inner meanings
of countless forms.
She herself
had reviewed and published many
of the thoughts
and now had no need to repeat them
or review them
in the writings
of others coming on the scene
who imagined they had
discovered something new.
Too old for fleshly lovers,
her connection now was with
the Beloved Within,
the enigmatic one who came
from an unknown realm,
being without name or form,
fed endless word poetry
into her mind,
sometimes gave her a deep throat kiss
as she waited for the next poem
to arrive.
Dorothy Walters
April 22, 2017
