Poetry 5-28-26

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Wild

she knew it through her bones
as old wives who make tales do
the truth of her direction
the unbendable fold 
in her map

You cannot hold the sea
to shore
you cannot carry a mountain
on your back
you cannot put a ring
around the wind

And the hardest moment
was not in the realization
it was not in day she told him
what her true north was

the hardest moment
was riding the tide between shores
the battle to get
from where she began,
to where she needed to be

the hardest part was 
the murky difference between 
knowing
and doing
understanding
and revealing

You cannot hold back
you cannot carry
you cannot contain
or own
the wildness of a heart

VerseDay 10-24-19

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Hello my fine, friends and a fantastic VerseDay to you.

I’m so excited to share this poem with you from previous contributor and writer extraordinaire, sid sibo, who says:

“Initially, I resist resistance. I prefer (in the notion of what you resist, persists) to throw my heart toward the vision of what I hope to see, to co-create with other love-filled visionaries

But…maybe we still need to recognize what’s wrong, on our way forward.” 

sid, your words are dynamic, thought provoking, and beautifully written. Please enjoy this poem and share.

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sid lives on the west slope of the Rockies and works as an environmental analyst.

Follow here: sid sibo

VerseDay 7-11-19

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Knowing

 

This is for the endless breath

This is for the heat and the trigger.

This is for the light within

And the power; contained.

The swirling will-o’-the-wisps

of color and hope

That drive like engines in

Thumping

Thrumming

powerstroke diadems.

This is for the me that

Centers

The call of the universe and

ties to the settling of the earth

And all I am

Balanced Between

The goddess infinite and

The root of birth and blood.

This is for the knowing.