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IN THE DARK OF LIGHT by Tammy T. Stone

This poem comes from that meeting ground deep within that doesn’t ask the questions…
Rather, its observes, as we make our journey from the light to dark, and back again, that knows we are all intimate with both. The voice is of a witness to the changes that take place when the soul stirs and signals the tides of emotional change.
In the Dark of Light by Tammy Stone
In the light I play, porous and awash under sun, where the colours are more than they are, strewn upon the ground in their wildest symmetries – and I am emerging into all that I am, until the sun sees through me and I can’t bring my body to hold its luminescence – I close my eyes and wait for nature’s rhythms to carve smooth this rupture. Colors and shapes dance ecstatic before my eyes to their own echo, and in this shadowy place I retreat, not quite unafraid, having birthed in its swell ofmemories, certain now that the absence of earthly hues I’ve tried to forge into my skin is today’s calling, so Ienter and rest, soothing my frantic chest, swi…

WHAT AM I BECOMING? by Julia W. Prentice

This one was written during an online course entitled "Writing the Womb" lead by Isabel Faith Abbott…
The prompt was "What am I becoming?" and a description of the birth process of myself as a writer was the answer. The words describe how it was to both be born as and becoming a writer in my own right, without censure or limitation as to the outcome. 
What Am I Becoming? by Julia W. Prentice
These words are pregnant, Heavy, gravid Swelling outward They weigh upon lips meant for kissing, But are never spoken. Forced upward through constricted throat They hang like breasts, full and pendulant. They bulge, Expanding to the breaking point Barely able to be released Crowning toward the page Spilling out Each raw phrase Exhilarating, terrifying Cried out from newborn mouth Birthing a new me My womb has carried them For countless days Much longer than nine moons And now they have emerged What is just now becoming? My voice, my growl, my howl From deep inside The ripped-up psyche Creating something n…

FOR ALL THE TIMES...I THANK YOU! by Sandra Allagapen

It may be difficult to appreciate challenges as they arise…
Yet they often are the catalysts that push us to dig deep and discover aspects of ourselves that we may have been unaware of. This poem was born in a moment of appreciation for those who have challenged my sense of worthiness in the past, for they have been my greatest teachers, and indirectly, have led me to a path of transformation, self-responsibility and self-love. It was my way of saying to each one of them: from one soul to another, I thank you, I appreciate what you have done for me and I honor you.
For all the times... I thank you! by Sandra Allagapen
For all the times You let me down, I thank you It helped me discover my inner strength
For all the times You criticised me behind my back I thank you It taught me to ignore gossip
For all the times You turned away from me I thank you It encouraged me to allow new people into my life
For all the times You copied what I had and did I thank you It highlighted everything about me that others a…

I AM by Jamie Burgess

This poem was birthed one evening as I was preparing dinner for my family…
It had been a pretty chaotic day and I was feeling frazzled. I had just lit a candle, hoping to wind down a bit, and was watching the sunset through my kitchen window. I slowed down my breathing and focused on gratitude, replaying the day, pulling up all the beautiful moments. 
After a few minutes of doing that, I was struck with the inspiration for this poem. I stepped away from the stove for 60 seconds to grab a pen and write while I cooked. This poem was the result of that session. I added the last four lines later that night, as my kids were sleeping and the moon was at her peak, lighting up the sky with her beauty. 


I AM by Jamie Burgess
I am a smile from a kind stranger
at the end of the day.
I am the contagiousness of laughing children,
a reminder to live while still alive.
I am warm sunlight
washing over the darkness.
I am the heart
softening.
I am breath.
I am flame.
I am silence.
I am the fullness of the moon
on a bla…

WHILE DRIVING ACROSS THE DIVIDE, IT OCCURRED TO ME by Rosemerry Trommer

It always astonishes me that every time I think I have learned something…
I soon have a chance to learn it again, usually in an intensely more profound way. And so it was this past week as I was driving across the great Dallas Divide in the San Juan Mountains. It was newly spring, and the mountains were in a state of incredible change. And somehow, that change began to take place in me, too … 
While Driving Across the Divide, It Occurred to Me by Rosemerry Trommer

Perhaps when we finally see there is no point to making things look any better than they are,
then whatever friction we’ve found in the world is met with rose oil
and the great heavy gears cease to grind and spin with silent ease.
The only sustainable plots are the ones no one has planted— ones in which flowers, grasses and trees
rise up on their own. They know when to sprout, when to bloom, when to seed.

Poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “is a chanteuse of the heart,” says poet A

STAR SISTER by Krista Angelique Katrovas

This poem appeared like a star on a dark night…
It was written in honor of my dear friend Stacey, who is indeed my, "Star Sister.”  Sometimes poems surface to remind others how special they are to our shared paths. Poems can shine like beacons on dark nights, and sometimes even those who often shine the brightest need a little reminding of their light. 
Star Sister by Krista Angelique Katrovas
Though we are not sisters by blood, we are sisters of life, which often runs deeper than shared DNA.
You are my Star Sister. You shine brightly as you serve your elders, when others choose to walk away. You bring joy to their final days, and ride the waves of emotions that the end of life brings, like those Floridian waters on your long board that you surf, “Surfer girl, Surfer girl.”
We laughed at your getting stung by a jellyfish in your eye because of how humorous you made it all sound.