Faucets To West – Nicole Lyons

I am not a good woman.
I am sons upon light years,
daughters making hard love
with blue moons and every
wish on every fallen star
cast forth through double-panes
on lonely Friday nights
like the ones you swore you would
never relive again.
I am not a good woman.
I tuck my dreams in at night now,
behind balconies not yet barred
until our youngest heart decides
she is not yet a good woman
and scales the walls we have built
to keep her in and safe, and completely
ignorant and pure.
I am not a good woman.
But I am here still, hiding
in the bushes on the corner of our
1/4 acre dream lot,
the dream yard
of the dream home
we have signed our souls away for.
I am not a good woman.
And every time I turn faucets west
and soak the morning in glory
I am met with caws and crass reminders
that no matter how much water
I pour upon this place,
there is a fire smouldering in the ditch
and though I am not a good woman,
I would watch, unliving and unloved,
and I would lay it all down and weep
my tears will never be enough
to ever see our name
on a green sign, that marks our home.

Nicole Lyons is a force of nature disguised as a writer, a social activist, a voice for the downtrodden, and a powerful poet with a delicate touch. She is a best selling published author, poet, and also a consulting editor for Sudden Denouement.

Author: Nicole Lyons

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

28 thoughts on “Faucets To West – Nicole Lyons”

  1. I would debate whether you are a good woman, except that perhaps our attempts to be good women are another form of social constraint.
    So to hell with being a good woman and continue to knock our socks off! 🙂

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  2. stunning poetry, literally – why does my mind, despite your protestations here, tell me strongly your opening line will be proved otherwise, powerful.
    Well, you’re a helluva good poetess, and that’s a good woman in my book 🙂

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  3. This piece gives me the feels Nicole.

    You punched me in the gut right here:
    “I tuck my dreams in at night now,
    behind balconies not yet barred
    until our youngest heart decides
    she is not yet a good woman
    and scales the walls we have built
    to keep her in and safe, and completely
    ignorant and pure.”

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  4. My mind seeks a word,
    A word to say to confirm,
    Or deny the “not good”.
    I know that “not good” is
    Not the same as “bad”.
    But one word only comes,
    “Enigma” and I read again
    And again, aware there is more
    To glean of the light within
    The Noir of images.

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