Woman among the lilies

A woman wondering how they came to be lying
In upholstered dirt, under the eyes of a red-crowned crane,
The heart-shaped lily pads of a leapfrog size
All set in a wilderness of wet, of a diminutive size—
With its prim borders and luminous crescent moon;
The consistent currents, the fashionable koi fish
Flattened to rice paper in a tapestry of lanterns, flames
Bright against a stubborn wind— couched clouds persistent
With a shower. She, dreaming of her lover in a water-elved boudoir;
Petaled flowers floating round the bed, marveling numbered in
Shades of red, possessed by their glowing hearts,
Drowsed by their sexuality— the liquor of indulgence.
The sheets grow heavy, three days, three nights;
Her body as pure as Japanese paper, delicate as
Moonlight, glowing and coming and going.
A virgin attended by roses— he left. Betrayed her
As one betrays the world; infinitely beaten, infinitely hurt.

Copyright © 08/12/18 lance sheridan®

Woman among the lilies

15 comments on “Woman among the lilies

  1. Your work is very sensitive.

  2. MOMENTS says:

    Love the unexpected end. Very powerful words.

  3. Nameera says:

    “…As one betrays the world; infinitely beaten, infinitely hurt.”

    Nothing is more beautiful about a poem than an ending that entices the reader’s heart. 👌

  4. I just have a quick question…Do you study the Art for inspiration for your poems? Every one is perfect for each of your poems💕

  5. I love this write about women. This is very inspiring. I love how your started it and ending it.

    Here is the one I did.

    In Honour Of Women

    They smile when they want to scream.
    They sing when they want to cry.
    They cry when they are happy.
    They laugh when they are nervous.
    They fight for what they believe in.
    They stand up for injustice.
    They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
    They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
    They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
    They love unconditionally.
    They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
    They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.
    Their hearts break when a friend dies.
    They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
    They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes.
    They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
    The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
    Women do more than just give birth.They bring joy and hope. 
    They give compassion and ideals.
    They give moral support to their family and friends.
    Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.

    Here is the link to it:


    You are welcome

    Peace ✌and Love ❤

    • Thank you so very much! And, for sharing your work- it’s an exceptional piece!

      • Thank you! I appreciate your thoughtful response.

        Such an awesome way of replying someone. Thanks. Again
        As always your posts are incredible and I enjoying reading every word down till the last line. I must say that you are probably one of the excellent bloggers on WordPress that write inspired

        Also, I just posted:

        Would love to know your views. Love to see your contributions on it. I’m always excited for your comment. 🙂

        You are welcome

        Peace ✌and Love ❤

      • You’re very welcome. I greatly appreciate your thoughts and support! Your post, “In Honour if Women,” is an exacting, beautiful tribute to women.

      • Thanks for the compliment.

        You are welcome

        Peace ✌and Love ❤

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s