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Poetry

Isn’t It Funny

Isn’t it funny

that for a moment

you forgot how wonderful you are.

Sweet, dancing sunshine.

Isn’t it funny.

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Poetry

Flight

Her flight

was sweet.

And every bit as magical

as the hummingbird

sipping honeysuckle

beside her.

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Poetry

Open Rose

These hours of twilight.

How soft they have been,

like rain on a dusty summer road.

Here I am.

A woman, at last.

Home in the truth

of this soft heart of mine.

A rose of musk in bloom

this day.

And every day beyond.

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Poetry

Eternal Woman

This breath that gathers beneath the wings of the eternal woman.

It is life.

It is fresh orange summer, beyond form.

Sisters beyond time, we fall

and we fly into the arms of each other

with grace.

Beautiful women.

We will meet beyond the stories written for us.

Then is gone. We are now.

We are fresh and new

and ready.

To be everything we are.

To be everything we always have been.

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Life

Wildfire

I am a wildfire.

Where the flames fan wide

and the blue ripples split

the deep orange stream.

I cannot control what is wild and free.

I cannot control

a wildfire

like me.

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Poetry

A Sweet Dream

I am the beautiful breeze in the body of a woman.

I am not contained in stories of suffering.

I have always been an unrestricted choice in the making.

A sweet dream singing high in the sky, over the black and red of the fight.

I am woman, I know my worth.

I am human, I am not a story

of oppression.

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Life

Butterfly

Do you think a caterpillar knows, upon entering her cocoon, that she will soon die to the only form she’s ever known?

Do you think she is afraid of the dark of the wait, or what might find her on the other side of it all?

Do you think she knows she will soon have wings, and that, though she couldn’t fly before, soon she will soar?

Do you think she wonders what the world might look like, from up there?

Some say the caterpillar is ugly, and that the butterfly is truly the most beautiful version of life she can be.

I say she was always beautiful.

I say she’ll simply be a different kind of beautiful when she grows her wings.

Life is a process of being. Some days the butterfly will be still, some days she will burst into the sky, a flutter of speed.

But despite her many faces, she will always be.

Perhaps that’s her most beautiful part.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 14. Liberation

Crisp walls and lavender fresh linen. It was her mother who insisted on such drastic perfection and, until now, it had never occurred to Geraldine that life had the option to be anything other than perfect. She would be forty in a month, and although her Mother would not approve, Geraldine craved something more. Something wild. Something actually really quite bad.

She flung a leg out of the bath and breathed into her belly: hold one, two three…a cool, soothing wind on the out-breath. What if she did allow herself a regression to the grotty child that once she was? An ignorant small human, who far too often muddied the guest couch—and her mother’s delightfully manicured day. A child who, one day, would find the courage to tell her mother that the couch had been, in fact, the hills coming alive with the romping, stomping wonderful sound of music.

Darling,‘ her mother would say, through a smiling mouth and chainsaw eyes. ‘You must always be good.‘ Eventually, the words and the eyes had the desired effect, and Geraldine did, indeed, grow into the neatly folded girl her Mother had groomed her to be. Perfection in a girl, life under strict lock and key. Geraldine was the fly in the web of her mother’s high standards. Alive but not living. Rotting away under the critical eye of the long-legged other in her life.

Her bathrobe waited to give her a warm hug after the bath was over. What if she didn’t use it? What if she stood, dried, and walked about the house. Naked. She lived alone, but even so, free range nudity was a luxury afforded only to men, and those unfortunate women requiring external stimulation for the treatment of low self-esteem. Nudity— even solo nudity—was not for good girls.

Until, of course, it was.

Geraldine rose from the tub and reached for the gracefully folded towel that lay atop the sparkling white sink. Perfection died tonight. Her mother’s hold on her life died, all limbs bared, tonight.

The soft leather couch was like warm paint to her naked skin. Although the liberation of nudity felt wonderful, it was…still not enough. Geraldine needed more. And so it was, that more arose.

As if by some miraculous order of the universe, some equally trapped eternal wind searching for life, the doorbell rang.

Geraldine smiled.

She rose from the couch, without a beat, without a care.

Darling, indeed, she thought.

Darling, indeed.

 

 

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 10. Little Darling Ones

Dearest darling bunny ones

my hop-a-long divine,

this Mother’s heart will always beat

to find your hands in mine.

 

One life I share with you my dears,

one chance I have to say:

I’ll do my very best to be

my best in every way.

 

If not for me, then for you both,

I’ll fly into my shine,

and hope the twinkle raises you,

beyond each wish of mine.

 

So, happy day, my darlings two,

you’ve made my heart fly free,

and to your sleepy dreams, I’ll send

a loving kiss from me.

***

Happy Mother’s Day, my lovely bloggy friends.

To the Mothers. To the Daughters.

To the women who mother themselves SO beautifully, and share the way with the rest of us.

Thank you.

You are always enough. Even when you doubt your worth, you are ALWAYS just a step away from finding it again. Trust. The wind will take you there, I’m so sure.

xx

So much love,

Brooke.

(Yeah, yeah. All the mushy love hearts, you know what I’m like 😛 Whatevs. 😛 )

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Life

Lovely

Oh.

But you are lovely.

I assure you.

Quite lovely.