If you didn't make it to the writing retreat at Tamasag I hope to see you at the next one. I wrote for the first time since SI! Here are the "tiny poems" Megan suggested we try out. I think I'll do this with my students this week:)
Drained
Soul has fled body through
aura’s tiny chords.
Everybody wants you and so they steel
little pieces of love or disdain.
Then, they keep you.
Joyful
in unseen.
I am that essence.
Content
Tapioca-full belly
by the fire I am close
to dog and cat cuddles
in my lap.
Under me, earth.
Rooted
How a root can hold against water’s flow.
Rocks bunch together and sinew
straps of bush search out for nourishment
How a mother can hold against separation’s flow.
Children bunch together and sinew
straps of broken heart seek the word family.
How a house can hold against time’s flow.
Ghosts bunch together and sinew
straps of grief dig into graves.
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Cool post as for me. I'd like to read something more about that theme.
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