Four
years ago, I submitted my first poem here...
I clearly remember my trepidation.
It was a resounding self-doubt and a belly full of butterflies (all of which
were wearing tiny squeaky blue sneakers). It was surreal as it was real. I ‘clicked’
send and away my poem went into a virtual world.
Little
did I know, on the other end, Catherine would catch and hold and nurture my
tender thoughts. I wasn’t exactly pulled together. My world was decomposing
through a series of losses. Basically I was tethered by a thread no wider than
a strand produced by the smallest silken caterpillar. She intuitively
understood. I will never forget the kindness then and now. The handholding of
sister to sister and a mentoring that was profoundly needed.
The
poem I chose to share then was pulled from my ongoing journal. Journal writing
is a safe place to expose my beliefs. It is a place where words hold each other
and it gives me an introspective and meditative solace. In some way I felt that
early poem, Song of the Birds, was apropos to my view of spirituality. Nature
feeds my soul. I didn’t fully see then, but I do now; it was also time to set
my word-wings free.
This
memory was stirred by today’s sunrise and the advent of my debut book of poems.
Once again, I hold a belly full of butterflies. (This
time they are singing and there’s tiny bells ringing.) I am as anxious as I am
excited. It is difficult to express how transformative, daunting and revealing
this life’s journey has been. Nevertheless, I'm deeply grateful. For light and
shadow are the fullness of it all.
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Photographic artwork by Brooke Shaden |
Light and Shadows
by Carolyn Riker
On the cusp of dawn
and the hallow of
golden
I am the essence of
ethereal and light.
I am also shadows
hitherto of new moon
befallen of insights;
it leads, endlessly
anew.
I transcended into
folds
of sky’s flannelled
layers;
clouds of gray and
blue
supplement my pulse.
Hope’s grace
accompanies me
with nature’s reverie,
softly singing
birdsong
warms the cup I hold.
I truly feel ancient
and young and holy
in this effervescent
setting;
a touchpoint at the
cusp of dawn.
Wisdom wraps
a prayer shawl
comforting and
extending the rising
of my heart’s
thoughts.
(Carolyn Riker's debut book of poems, Blue Clouds,
is released this Thursday, December 1st, with Golden Dragonfly Press!)

~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!~
Absolutely beautiful Carolyn! Your words, the shawl itself. xo
ReplyDeleteDear Leslie, Thank you for your love and support. Words truly are a 'shawl' and the diversity of all of our voices very necessary!! xo ~ carolyn
DeleteCarolyn, you are so welcome. Truly a gorgeous piece from your incredible heart. xo
DeleteAs always, your words lift me out of distraction and gently spiral me center-ward. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteTracie, I love how our words reach each other. Poet to Poet. What a friendship. Thank you! ~ Carolyn
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