Posted in #BOAW2017, Blog Hops and Fests, Mindful Monday, poetry, Social Consciousness, writing, Writing Sample

Seeds of Wisdom; Fertile Soils: #BOAW2017 and Mindful Monday

 

Seeds of Wisdom; Fertile Soils

(a half-found poem)

In my family, volatility reigned.

Relationships fraught;

friction lacerating conversation,

yanking scabs off abrasions

never properly healed.

Trying to untangle

incendiary conflicts

chaos in my dark places

locked in, lost

Ambushed by flash-friction

embroiled in hostilities

trying to break free

but lured

again and again

to make my case

say my piece

be heard

and understood.

Help came in morsels

Grasping at understanding

Bit by bit by bit.

“The only person you can

control

is yourself,”

A good and sensible friend told me

after listening to me fume

for a seeming eternity.

I didn’t want to believe her,

but, once furious frustration eased,

I began to see the futility

of attempts to control the other.

That sentence was a key

unlocking the self-created prison

that kept me trapped

Released me to freedom

And into peace.
Seeds of wisdom

landing in fertile soils,

changing lives.

Amazing women freely sharing

wisdom garnered along the way,

Internet,

smartphones,

and coffee houses

the quilting bees of our time.

Women sharing for betterment

of one another,

and the society we share.

Women create a society,

networking,

learning

who is most skilled at which tasks,

using that knowledge to fit

the right person to the purpose,

creating a stronger

more beautiful

whole.

This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun prize, visit the fest page on August’s McLaughlin’s site between today and 11pm PST March 11th.

This is also my Mindful Monday post for this week. For more mindfulness to kick of International Women’s Week, visit Colleen Chesebro at A Mindful Journey!

 

 

 

Posted in #BOAW2017 #GirlBoner Edition, Blogfest Entries, Blogfest Entries, Life Writing, My Poetry, Parenting, Sexuality and Erotica, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

Nevertheless, We Persist: #BOAW2017 The #GirlBoner Edition!

Nevertheless, We Persist

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

One woman dared to stand up,

revealing her sacred spaces,

her divine strength

and defied the rules

and the man

who tried to silence her.

“She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

Each woman has

her journey to make

Her stand to take

Her words to speak

Her love to share

In each of us,

a sacred space

belonging to us,

and to us alone.

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

My own sacred inner space

pinging and zinging with truth

when I first heard those words,

spoken by a man,

from his patriarchal privilege,

as decree and judgment

upon a woman who dared

to call out a man,

echoing another woman

who had once done the same.

As women, we are often warned.

We’re given explanations.

We’re told, from the time we’re tiny girls,

that we are to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

society made to envelop us

our lives,

our sacred selves,

our voices,

our bodies…

And the power of

Our sexuality.

Nevertheless, we persist.

Innumerable warnings,

from blatant to subtle,

told me I must

play “second fiddle” to men.

I made a good show

The “dutiful daughter”

But inside,

I was subversive,

sacred,

a sexual being,

just waiting to come

out and show myself.

I was warned.

I was given an explanation-

“Why buy the milk

When you can have the cow

For free?”

Nevertheless, I persisted

in believing

that I wasn’t a cow

That I had more to offer

As a wife

than my virginity.

I persisted,

Despite explanations

And warnings

Persisted, and insisted

that I had the right

to self-determination.

I was warned

I was given explanations

from the time I was a tiny girl,

to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

made to envelop me

my life,

my sacred self,

my voice,

my body…

And the power of

My sexuality.

I was warned.

Nevertheless I persisted

in becoming

More than labels –

Daughter

Lover

Wife

Mother

I persisted until

I became wholly myself

So that I could look at my own

tiny girl of a daughter

and see the seeds of

a woman freed

From the warnings

and the explanations

A freedom that persists

And insists that

she simply

always be

Herself


This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI – #GirlBoner Edition! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun prize, visit the fest page on August’s McLaughlin’s site between today and 11pm PST March 11th.