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A Woman's Soul

by Max Bouillet

"...and in my mind, I cannot discern
whether there are too many gods,
or not enough."

He falls for ghosts and is stalked by visions
that haunt barstools and family cemeteries.
These once jaded flesh painters
pluck out their eyes and replace them
with wedding veils and fudge brownies.

Filled with regret over 'settling down',
they lick misery like lollipops
and live for the heartbreak.
They moan in ecstasy as the heart-shards
pierce willing flesh
and slit them open from womb to throat.
They walk about splayed and exposed
for passer-bys and impulse shoppers
to browse for trampled hopes,
repressed dreams and stunted potential
in the most crowded of all marketplaces...
a woman's soul.

12/19/2003

Posted on 12/19/2003
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/19/03 at 11:03 PM

this is wonderful ... dripping with familiarity

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/19/03 at 11:46 PM

Your poem is the antithesis of the empty preoccupation in malldom. You penetrate the existential predicament of women in the gallery of the world, bound soulfully to their relationships. Bouilletian fare fit for savory consumption.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/20/03 at 01:10 AM

wow, a woman's soul the most crowded of market places. A powerful and unique metaphor indeed! There were layers to this, I want to look into again, it was so intriguing

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/20/03 at 04:38 AM

*jawdrop.* you rule. in ways i could have never pictured or imagined.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/21/03 at 02:41 AM

*gulp* and yikes...that's quite the ugly...errrrrrr...accurate portrait you paint. It hurt to read it, but I read it to the end and respect the image.

Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/21/03 at 08:17 AM

Another excellent poem, Max. I'd love to hear Gloria Steinem's comment on this one!

Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 12/21/03 at 10:19 PM

This is stunningly beautiful and well-articulated...if you mean it to be about one specific woman's soul. If you were aiming for a commentary about women's souls in general, I might be very disinclined to agree with it. A well-written piece nonetheless.

Posted by Graeme Fielden on 12/22/03 at 11:35 AM

woah! heavy writing here Max...a stunningly insightful, extra-dimensional piece. Superb!

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/24/03 at 12:04 AM

Great poem Max. Too often womens souls are trod upon....Charlie

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/24/03 at 09:04 AM

whoa, this is so raw and inviting... excellent portrayal, with your signature brilliant word choices... i'd like to stick this on my bathroom mirror :)... blessings...

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/03 at 03:35 PM

Intense, cynical, yet quite truthful for so many (too many) womens' souls. Superbly crafted...expressed Max.

Posted by Traci Mabats on 12/25/03 at 08:59 PM

they lick misery like lollipops-ooh, that my favorite line as well.

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