Mary Magdalene has always felt to me like Jesus, most loyal follower. Even if she wasn’t at the Last Supper, I can imagine her being the one who set the table and prepared the meal. She feels like an everywoman – someone who carries the judgment and misunderstanding that so many women have faced, whether for past mistakes, perceived flaws, or simply for not fitting society’s expectations.

I don’t believe she was a prostitute. I think she was a strong, capable woman who may have simply been ahead of her time. People judged her and labeled her unfairly, but Jesus saw her for who she truly was – a good and faithful person. And really, that’s what all of us should strive to be. Great write, j

Powerful work, my friend.

Thank you, Thomas.
j.

Powerfully penned, Jacob. Not to mention she penned a gospel that was left out of the Bible, of course it was. A lot of sexist men in power, who never wanted women to be treated equally. Just my opinion. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Well said, my friend. How can we possibly know those buried under thousands of years of dust, when we do not know those who live among us, friends we see and hear, and touch, who share our very houses, not even those who stare blankly back from mirrors?

What an enigmatic poem for an enigmatic figure. Perhaps it shall unravel the collective misunderstanding of the centuries and provide a new light for her.

Hola! I wondered when you’d share more of your talent! Seems life is good with you Amiga 🌼

This is a beautiful take on playing the piano.

Beautifully penned, Adel. Into the book it belongs! You know how much I love poems that highlight music, excellent write my friend. The art compliments the write nicely. Great to see you posting again. Appreciate you.

Damian

The pic reminds me of you, of course! Especially the long, beautiful hair! And, I can see you writing, if not playing the piano. Your words are music to my eyes.
This is a “not so secret anymore” wonderful love poem. And I am so frickin lucky to have found you. Your limitless awesome traits. You will always be beautiful, forever. And talented!

Hey honey. Thank you!! November can’t come soon enough.
I tried to sleep but I couldn’t so here I am. Hopefully I will tonight
I’ll call you in a bit. Need my coffee time with you!!

I love this comment!!! You make me feel so beautiful:)

i can just imagine you, looking at the picture… your delicate fingers dancing on the piano…n owww woow

Hi Dimpy! I’m so happy to see you here.
Thank you for the comment:). That is me, my son took it and then I embellished everything else.
I have no idea how to play it but in my mind I’m a pro. Haha

I’m glad you enjoyed!

Hello Crims!
I like the old-timey vibe of this. I wish there was more along this type actually. It just seems to set a nice tone when reading. Like those before us perhaps. At any rate, this is a wonderful poem that you’ve presented for us.

Hey crimson!

The last line is a dark but beautiful visual. It gives me a Celtic vibe.
It starts off with wonderful bits of love then changes tone.
I love the word pairing of sweeping crimson. It’s like a red wave of devotion.

Love your stuff chica:)

hello lovely poetess thank you graciously ❤️

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh, it is all so true! In some universe somewhere inside his head, maybe. I think the people in there will deal with him in a very harsh way. Can’t you see the signs? He is slipping away — just not fast enough.