3 poems for spring
Writing has always been important to me. The hidden journals as a child, the obsession with myth and story. It seems that I’ve been writing poetry for a while. It’s a medium that allows my rational brain to turn off. I often don’t feel like I think at all, my ADHD running dialogue fades into nothingness as I become a channel for the art of the words.
As I contemplate the last 5 years that I have been repatriated to Greece, and my impending departure from the land of my ancestors, this writing has become therapy; a way to say thank you and goodbye to the land that is my home, that brought me home to myself. The land that took my womb and gave me back my life.
Below are some poems from the last couple of months. They are a direct reflection of where I am at, and perhaps where I am going.
How do you process emotions? How do you access the divine? If you’re like me and use art as a way to move, to give motion to feelings, I’d love to connect.
morning smoke
the earth is covered with concrete
but the ancient smell of myrrh
still wafts through the morning streets
how many generations of sense memory
are awakened each morning?
with rituals uniting modernity to the ancestors
midwife
I am a midwife of the earth
I care for the animals and the plants
I hold space from a distance for beings
who are displaced, pain unknowable
I care for the earth whose voice cannot be understood
by many who have lost the ability to listen
I transmute the pain I feel and give offerings to the earth
who’s not been honored, but extracted from for far too long
we sleep at night knowing she’s given us everything and all we do is take
when did we turn our backs on the life giver?
balance
strength comes from surviving the nature
of a system out of balance
the patriarchy takes and obscures
It vilifies old ways and the true knowledge
of people who fight against its imbalance
the system of capitalism which removes the right
of reciprocity in its pure form
strength comes from surviving that system
and continuing to fight against it
even when hope feels lost
continuing to speak and say NO
when you’ve been conditioned
to say yes, and, more please
