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Poetry

Just Because

And then she roared again.

Just because.

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Poetry

Forgotten

So you’ve forgotten what it feels like

to unfold yourself,

to undress, her soul

in your hands

like the dream

she was always meant to be

for you.

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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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Poetry

Woman

I couldn’t possibly know who I am.

I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say.

Who I am, that is.

The question of who I want to become also seems pointless.

I want to become whoever I become.

I want to feel, and know, and see life from every angle—

to chase the wind as it takes me.

Who I am now is soft,

is gentle,

is wild,

is alive,

is both free and caged,

all at the same time. 

The wind of me never stops at one station, only.

I am a woman; passionate, creative, strange.

A woman.

Beautiful, kind, ugly, horrible.

I couldn’t possibly know who I am;

I never stay the same.

I never will stay the same.

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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

Fire

What do you want me to be?

I can be that, for a moment, a day

a lifetime;

I can be your sun.

Shining in all the places that make

you

feel more,

and me

feel less

than the blazing fire

that I am.

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Life

Do You See Me?

I am here.

Do you see me?

All of me?

You see my body, it fills you to overflowing.

Slinks around the pathways of your daydreams

until I am nothing

but an untouchable vision

of lamplight, of passion, of lust.

You see a pretty face, porcelain and sweet.

But do you see me?

Has any man

ever

truly

seen me?