Let the little boys play with flowers and trinkets Let little girls slide down trees and staircases How can our children blossom if we confine them... "Sit like a lady! Boys don't cry!" Breathe before you speak Then talk, with love Don't nip them in the bud
Poetry
When….
A shout-out of love to those in the process of healing from loss. Me too.
Autumn
"When one says farewell, Another breath is born" In my grief and joy, I attempt to poetically unite my raging emotions.
Go and flow
I'm going to my home of choice Yet as I leave my home of birth I feel a pang of pain It's goodbye now, until we meet again This dichotomy of life Present at every turn Transitioning from old to new Another dawn, a different hue Change is inspiring and scary Both exciting and jarring … Continue reading Go and flow
The Angels Smiled
Dedicated to the soulmate I found when I was 16. Continents apart then and today, I marvel at "how close despite how far" we are.... The angels smiled Oh yes they did When to their own Farewell they bid His journey set A task anew Reformed and invisible The wings he knew A … Continue reading The Angels Smiled
Do you smell what I smell?
Was my dear nose Playing tricks on me? Could it truly be? I awoke this morning Senses ablaze and tingling Oh, I had to sing Gone was the gray In came the white What a lovely sight All it touched transformed The magic dust swirled Out, old autumn twirled My tongue stuck out A kid … Continue reading Do you smell what I smell?
My old first love
The rush of anticipation When you come face to face With your old first love Your hands know precisely That familiar feel and tingle Years apart mean nothing The wind whips your hair Your legs turn to wings And you just feel home Heart pounding you leap And sink it right in Sweet joy, oh … Continue reading My old first love
Shaking off the Dust
From dust we come And unto dust we return So they say But, We are fluid beings Conceived in, composed of water Birth, death, later From love we come And unto love we return So say I Thoughts? -Nicola Pic: Sulphur Lake at Mount Batur, Bali
BENEATH THE SURFACE
Ladies, this one is for you. Cheers to us not just on this 8th day of March, but always! Every single waking, dreaming, breathing moment for time immemorial. BENEATH THE SURFACE Just beneath Not out of reach Smeared over You may not see Beauty and grace I do project Feminity flows A shy façade Winds … Continue reading BENEATH THE SURFACE
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