Child of Woe, Child of Wonder

(a poem by   ~burning woman~   )

I don’t do love (she said)
He looked at her dismayed
not knowing what to add;
not knowing which new bait
he could put on his hook.

But I’m OK with friendship
(she added with a smile)
I’m also OK with closeness
I can do togetherness
at night when the moon is cold.

I’m also OK with silent tears
when there’s no more wood
and the hearth is only ashes
when there’s but crumbs
left on the kitchen table.

I’m not great with good times
(she added looking serious)
I know they cannot last
and how long can it hold
when so many fall through?

I really dislike promises
(she said pointing to her heart)
for I know my weaknesses
being the bane of humanity
No hero, no angel, am I.

Stay close to me then
let my body warm yours
Let’s blend smiles and tears
and perhaps make a child
though she will be of woe.

Fields of grass swayed green
year by year the stars circled
and trees grew tall in the sun
their child of wonder also grew
to pen these lines for them.

14 thoughts on “Child of Woe, Child of Wonder

  1. George F.

    “perhaps make a child
    though she will be of woe.”
    So Love is not necessary to make a child? Well, I knew that. Just learned it too late in life


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      The most important things are learned “late in life” and honestly, must of us came from lust. I’ve never been able to see any difference in those born of “lust” and those born of “love” myself, nor do I care. I know this, that being born second, I wasn’t a post-war love child, just another unwanted accident…

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        Oh, it certainly does affect a person. For me, it taught many things. It taught self reliance. It taught never to trust what seems trustworthy but by nature never is. It taught that aloneness doesn’t have to translate into loneliness. It taught there are other voices than human ones and they have much to impart. It taught that dreams and visions are superior to what passes for parental and official education. It taught that the earth slice of one’s life pie is infinitesimally small. It taught that the most meaningful answers to problems are encapsulated in those questions one learns to ask the cosmos.

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  3. Woebegone but Hopeful

    Wonderful Sha’ Tara, one of the truly achingly beautiful poems.
    Has to be reblogged!



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