Words From the Poet in Me
I started taking some writing courses recently. It was a bit intimidating at first. I haven’t taken a writing class since high school but these classes with Laura Lentz have helped me hold on to my vulnerable side while writing about the emotional things I’m trying to hammer into a novel. Durring the class we do one-minute writes and 13-minute writes, and some of the one-minute bursts have been some of my favorites. I’m going to share a few here to hold on to them. The final poem, Glass Warrior, was a 13 minute write.
Time…
We are all pinned against time. It moves through us, around us, and eventually without us, continually ticking after our own hearts stop. How reckless can one afford to be with so little time to hold onto?
Our Voices…
We bless each other with our voices, speaking, singing, shouting, words of praise, of power, of protection. We bless each other with our words of truth. Don’t whisper, though. Raise your voice. Let it ride on the echoes of the ones who came before and be the guide to the ones who will come after. We were warriors once, women of the world, stopped by a cold storm that left us silent. Do not let silence be the sound of the future. Rile it up with the warrior’s scream.
My Heart…
My heart, my heart, my heart
Can you help me find my heart? I was pretty sure it was here yesterday.
Or maybe that was last Tuesday?
Still, I was pretty sure it was all here
Still whole
Still mine
Today it seems to be missing
The beat silently ungiving
So, can you help me find it?
My heart, my heart, my heart
What is My Heart
My heart is glass, fractured but not shattered. My heart is the warrior’s shield, knicked and battered. My heart is the dragonfly wing, iridescent and glowing. My heart is the part of me that believes it is all knowing.
Glass Warrior
She lives in a sacred cavern
Hidden by its secrecy
The rhythm of her, her only betrayer
Sounding out to those close by
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom
To be hidden is crucial
It’s a must if she wants to survive
Glass things shatter if hit hard enough
Her fractures are deep
Her structure barely holding
She welded her shield in front of her
She lashed her sword to her side
She is a fearsome Warrior
Even if her mighty spirit she must hide
To give in to self-destruction, is not of her mind
You see,
Glass things shatter if hit hard enough
(And she’s come oh so very close to hard enough)
This Glass Warrior now must hide