How Much More Can She Give?????

(Wo)Men, It's Your Lucky Day!

Seriously!

Two New Poems and A Flashback Micro Story

© You’re A Natural

Mimi Wolske

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My every intention,

Oh, dare I mention

It? Draw your attention.

I swear, I am ashen

With embarrassment,

Blushing and barely cogent.

What wonderment!

Never say you’re insentient;

I’d be mortified!

Yet, still intensified,

Is the lust in my heart tied

To yours? Who’s to decide

If your erection

Caused my affection

Or if natural selection

Sent you my direction?

© Give Your Words Flight

Mimi Wolske

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when the words you think are louder on paper

then write and let the world read your poetry

share your commitment to your words with the world

it is not a hobby to count the rains and name their droplets

let your anger’s ashes burn on the pages of your work

don’t keep them hidden in your ark

which is nothing more than a paper boat… a prison

let the world read your words of love sitting on a page

like clothing shed on the floor of your lover’s bedroom

the world will save your thoughts from a coffin

GO HERE (LINK BELOW) FOR FLASHBACK MIRCRO STORY "SHE WHO REMAINS": 

http://mimiandmona.blogspot.com/2015/07/mimi-mona-micro-story-she-who-remains.html

©Patent Leather Shoes

Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up by playwright John Powers is a comedy but it "reflects" the subjugation of young girls and the responsibility they were burdened with regarding the harnessing of a young man's running wild hormones —rather than imposing such responsibility on the young men to control their comportment.

There were other warnings young girls were constantly reminded to take heed of.

“Don’t wear pearls...they reflect down.”

“Don’t go to a restaurant where the tables have white table cloths...the (poor dear uncontrollable) boys will be reminded of bed.”

Powers story was written from the perspective of a child and, while a humorous look at life, it Did Not point a finger of blame the way the Catholics did with the young girls.

It’s true that the Catholics thought this way; maybe they do still. In my own experience, I went to a Catholic school dance with a Catholic friend. While we waited outside the doors, for what seemed like a Biblical age, I squatted down (I was wearing slacks and a nice blouse...all very proper) to rest. A priest walked over to me and said (honest to G-d) these were his words), “Stand up young lady! You look too inviting like that.”

Personally, I never really like patent leather shoes. They squeak — all of the time.

©Patent Leather Shoes

Mimi Wolske

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Her gown was like looking at

the birth of winter in a new year,

bits of lace, soft and enchanting,

over the blue of a starry midnight.

They danced; he led her into a spin and

the lace flared the way dawn folds

around the stars; her legs were

like the Milky Way galaxy folded in

the blush of the universe and the

ineffable, unrelenting winter wind.

He saw it all in her patent leather shoes.