A Woman's Song
by
Diana May-Waldman
COMING SOON
A Woman's Song
ISBN # 978-1-61546-023-6
113 pages, 5.5 x 8.5
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A Woman’s Song, the new poetry collection by Diana May-Waldman, brings us poetic reflections on what it is to be a woman in the world today. Her uncensored words are raw and real with her kick to the gut style expressing her passion and a story of survival. May-Waldman shamelessly writes about the unfortunate challenges in the lives of women: rape, violence, inequality, and dealing with relationships that are often unbalanced. The poems reflect the contradictions of the woman’s song – the hate, the love, the lust, the anguish, the bitterness and, on the other hand, the softness, that are all of the full dimensions of being and surviving as a woman. Her emotions are the palate from which the pages of this book are painted. In A Woman’s Song, Diana May-Waldman gives you a clear, direct look into the heart of a woman. With the sharpness of the words and images, this is a book that will disturb, shock you, and bring you to your knees, staring reality in the face. This is a book that will truly move you.
Diana May-Waldman is an award-winning journalist whose poetry has appeared in numerous journals. She was also co-editor with her husband, Mitchell Waldman (author of the novel A Face in the Moon), of the anthology Wounds of War: Poets for Peace. She is a strong women’s and children’s advocate. Diana grew up in Ohio and now lives in Rochester, New York.
Selected poems from A WOMAN'S SONG
Penis
I want a penis
I want to give birth to it
so I can teach it to be nice.
Teach it to be gentle,
teach it how to love.
I want it to ejaculate itself on the floor
spread it into the wood
and teach it how to be perfect history
without war and bloody hands.
I want to wash it, dry it,
hang it out to dry on a sunny day.
I want to set it on the window sill
have it look out at the flowers,
look to the sky and listen to the sound
of a child's laughter.
I want to introduce it to my friends,
have them pet it nicely, never being afraid.
I want my penis to feel the tears of women
and understand the animal cruelty of its nature.
I want my penis to be deaf, never listening
to the voices that define what it means to be a man.
Awakening
You say you love me
then pound my flesh
purple and black,
plums and ash.
You say I am beautiful
then you explode.
And here I am, left open
to trust you in this rage.
It’s not the strength of your body
or the foul words you plunge into me.
It’s the look in your eyes.
Because, I know eyes don’t lie.
I will not stand before you
a child on my knees
pleading with a single tear.
I will crawl away, remembering
how sad your eyes are when they lie...
Like ashes on rose petals.
Seduction
Candle lit bath, scented oils
shaving my legs, expensive perfume
on my neck, wrists, behind my ears
sliding black stockings
over feet, calves, thighs
pulling lace panties over rounded hips
This ritual of being a woman
for a man
these things to be removed
slowly
never for harsh tearing.
This art of seduction
with high heel shoes,
gold earrings, half closed eyes
and glossed lips.
Dancing in the dark
watching him
watching me.
Copyright (C) 2009 by Diana May-Waldman
