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COME ALIVE by Alise Versella

This is a poem about the earth and the moon and sun…

It’s about how our roots run deep into the sacramental dirt, how connected we are to all of it, and how life is full of so much wonder if only we open our eyes to our dreams. Come alive with me!

come alive
by Alise Versella

wake up and feel the sunlight warm your face in the morning
know that that warmth is from the arms of a star burning
fanning its flames in an ebony galaxy
dappled with ivory lights

feel the pull of the ocean in your belly
growling, hungry
know that that pull is your mother moon tugging her star child back to her gently in the last violet haze of slumber and dreamscapes
you are of that moon woman
your cycles in rhythm with that cratered heart beat
reflecting off the black sea
you shed your tapestry of humanity some nights
to howl your primal needs as you become the beast
run alongside your darkness in delight

come alive
feel your hands in the mother earth
    the dark soil    
            the sacramental dirt

take comfort in the shade of grandfather trees
with their whorls and wrinkles
those saplings you plant will grow into sturdy sons
to shade your daughters when you are gone
feel your toes in sand
            in salt
                in sidewalk
and relish the prints you can leave behind
the disappearing shadow of a traveling heart on her journey moving mountains across the globe

see the genie globe and free him
his turban is tattered and his slippers are scuffed
he has spent centuries waiting to release gold dust

the world is in need of it

come alive with golden wonder
for there are far more that seven wonders to see
as long as your eyes hold vision
always hold a vision of a dream

come alive until life is undone
and when walking forward seems too hard
take your legs and run.

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Alise Versella:  I am a 24 year old poet living in the pinelands of New Jersey. Poetry has always been the ether in my veins and the oxygen I breathe. It is my Five Foot Voice, my Onion Heart, I am peeling back the layers of myself like a lotus unfurling its petals in order to grow fully in the waters that can sometimes weigh us down. I’m writing poetry to find myself, I’m writing poetry to save the world. My hope it that my poetry saves someone’s world from crumbling because I believe art has the power to hold us up when we can’t find the legs to stand. You can visit me at my Facebook page here or on my website here. And my third volume of poetry, A Few Wild Stanzas, is available here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


  1. I love this part! "come alive until life is undone
    and when walking forward seems too hard
    take your legs and run"


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