She Thinks With Her Blood (a poem)
A woman's mind is a mysterious thing - undiscernible, yet beautiful through and through.
[Keywords: poetry, beauty, captivating, mother, beautiful, girl, understand, poem, faith, gender]
Length: Short, 338 words
O Lord, you have searched me and known me…
You understand my thoughts from afar.
– Psalm 139:1-2
She thinks with her blood
in vivid color
radiating with heat
Her mind is in constant motion
ebbing and flowing like the tide
with the rhythm of the moon
In her head one moment
elsewhere the next
It rushes to a quickening of the lungs
picks up sunshine from her skin
ever moved by gut feelings
It touches the world in her hands
then on to her womb and the fluttering therein
The wise woman avoids the toxins of the liver
while the fool grows jaundiced with worry
What man can know the mind of a woman?
As soon as he’s discerned a hint of clarity
she’s away down another artery
Her mind is never in the same place for long
but it always returns to her heart
She thinks with her blood
but it’s everywhere at once
Balancing a basket on one hip
and a child on the other
Shouldering a phone to her ear
closing a deal
earning her pay
While simultaneously cooking dinner
wiping snot
directing the family circus
She juggles a thousand thoughts at once
each connected
none neglected
Who can plumb the depths of her heart?
She wants everything and nothing
passion and routine
adventure and security
a strong arm around her
and a loose grip upon her
She wants the thrill and the still
In her mind she’s often bright
always right
never trite
sometimes looking for a fight
She thinks with her blood
her mind is both wild and brilliant
like water flowing over rocks
both ordered and disordered
directable but never controllable
Her secret purposes are unguessable
hidden from view within her chest
Her mind, her marvelous mind, is beautiful
through and through
© D. B. Ryen Incorporated, March 2021.