In The Silence of Her

Romance is not dead.

It is just done differently.

There are still people out there who are more "old fashioned" in today's fast-paced world and want to be in a real relationship.

© In The Silence of Her

You can’t step into the same river twice

I swallowed my drink, took a drag of my smoke

She smelled like lemon blossoms

I called her Spring

She laughed and called me wet between the toes

Always one step ahead of me in her

Perfectly round matching cultured pearl necklace

Hanging down her naked back

I pulled her into a dance

Across the dew-soaked lawn

Away from the river’s edge

All parks are cut from the same canvas

Grazing across her bare shoulder

Up her sensual sensitive long neck

A vulnerable mewl escaped her lips

Driving my desire

Her body inclined in my arms

Like a young tree in the wind

She was like caviar

After my years of home-baked beans

I could not get enough

I could drive for hours heading nowhere

And learn peace is found only with her

In the silence of her... I could be her silence forever

Mimi Wolske

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Renaissance Woman

"Do you want to be a small fish in a big pond?
Or, a large fish in a small pond?" he asked.
She needed time to phrase her answer right before she would respond.
She had an answer for the question left unasked.

She wouldn't let herself be manipulated
Or intimidated by this self-proclaimed spokes fish
That would try to wrap it's philosophies fated
Around terms like "equality" or "choice" or hellish

PC words like "tolerance" and "diversity"
She understood she'd been created for times like this
And she'd embrace her destiny as a challenge, anti
Curse, no matter personal circumstances; with a hiss

She fixed her gaze on him and turned the question
On him. "Why have you limited my world of choice?
I'm a winner, not a whiner," came her reply only just begun
"A leader, not a follower; victor, not victim," she did voice.

"I'll set my own agenda for personal achievement."
She'd been in the school long enough to realize
She wanted to change the paradigm from a movement
Of the fishes that had served to marginalize

And ridicule fish that didn't follow the collective agenda.
She picked up the mantel of leadership courageously.
"I choose to be human, create my own vedanta."
She did not give her reply spontaneously.

His vision squared on her; he'd never received such a request
Only one in a billion had ever asked; he took it as an omen.
With a fish-smile, he granted her wish without protest
And declared her to be Today's Renaissance Woman!

from the published archives --
Mimi Wolske (November 2010)
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(art by Brian M. Viveros)