Journey of the Heart

I wrote this poem on November 14, 2015 in the wee hours of the morning... It emerged as I laid in my bed thinking about how grateful I am for my growth.  On March 17, 2014 I turned 35 years old. Right before my birthday it seemed as if there was a click and something changed in me. For the first time since I was a child I looked out for my needs first. I had to make decisions that would shake some of my family and friend relationships. Instead of being concerned about what I should do I did what was best for me. Some of my decisions weakened some of my relationships yet strengthened others. My spirit would no longer allow me to sacrifice my sanity to please others. Although I have honestly always been strong minded, somewhere along the way I molded myself into what was expected of me and not what I expected of myself. It was close to my 35th life cycle here on Earth that I choose to free myself no expectations, judgments and fears. In turn I believed that genuine relations...

  Here we are, entering into the longest nights of the year… Though we have created our world so that we might have light all the time, the darkness still finds its way into our psyche, into our soul. What a gift it is to wrestle with ourselves, though it doesn’t always feel like a gift. There are two poems that radically shifted my own perception of darkness: Rumi’s “Night Goes Back” and Rilke’s “You Darkness.” In both of the poems, the poets declare to the night and the dark, “I love you.” I remember at first being shocked by this, but perhaps that shock is part of what helped to cut a door into darkness that I, too, could eventually walk through.  Into the Dark Again by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer Dark and getting darker— nothing to do but to make of the body a home for darkness, to open every secret drawer where we hide our private darknesses. Who knows what might happen then? How immeasurable we are. It is only terrifying until it becomes ...

  This poem represents my spiritual journey as a poet… The Universe, Great Mystery, what have you, began a renewal within me in the year 2012. This renewal was quite possibly always there, waiting to burst forth, however, in 2012, the process made itself known to me.  This poem, written this year, is a reflection of this renewal process, which is continual, and quite an exciting journey for me: A journey that I am learning to enjoy, despite not knowing fully where the Universe is taking me. Renewed by Dara Reidyr I am being renewed, 
 by the blue-green waters of vastness, 
 where foam crests of the tides wash away my pride; 
 new veins, pump oxygenated life-blood, 
 through venous rivers, warm with crimson heat- 
 I am being renewed. A second chance to turn brown leaves, 
 into jade green growth, 
 that sprouts leaflets of life's notes, at the foot of the tree of life; 
 Through cleansed lenses of perception, 
 time is erased, and FI...

I was walking in the woods, introspecting about what it meant for me to be a writer… All of the sudden this poem came to me. It happened pretty much all at once, and so I stopped walking, picked up my pen and the book I was reading at the time, and I let the lines write themselves in front of my eyes from the bottom of my heart. Writing poetry and fiction is a rather new thing to me and so I was quite amazed to see what my heart had to say about what it means for me to write. The Writer In Me by Isabelle Andres  The writer in me tends to be solitary: Armed with her rucksack bag, Her pens and her note pads, She embarks on her own adventures Never too sure of what she will find, She wanders around the globe, Seeking new emotions, new worlds Seeking the new in all its allure. The writer in me tends to be solitary: For she travels the spaces of her mind, Attuned to the rhythms of her heart, Listening to the calling of her soul, Guided by th...

I am recently married and wrote this poem for our wedding… It is a reflection on the nature of love and the many shapes and sizes in which we can discover love's multitude of mysteries.  As I was composing the words, I was reminded that long before my path ever intersected with my husbands, my most profound lessons on love came from simply learning to love myself. Love truly is an inside job. And when we start to figure out how to create space in our hearts for compassion, generosity, kindness and grace- most of all towards ourselves- we become better equipped to love others and see our love multiply and create a beautiful ripple effect in our wake.  Last, the final line is a nod to a line from the movie Moulin Rouge- sometimes truth comes in unexpected places! And this truth acknowledges that one of the greatest lessons we can learn is to love and be loved. Whatever form, that love may take.  Pictured is the author, BethAnne Kapansky Wright The Greate...

My double titled poem represents a lyrical manifest on how to get over our painful past, no matter the circumstances we had to endure – love, loss, abandonment, deception, abuse etc... It`s a poem I wrote long ago when experiencing the core of a transition period when I was trying to understand myself, my existence, my role, the universe I lived in, my fears and doubts, my chaos and meditating on how these confused perceptions can be used in the process of my REcreation, of my self-improvement as a human being and as a woman.   During yesterday’s instant... points out the woman of yesterday and her shortcomings but also her desires and qualities that are keep leading her to a point in time where she becomes perfect...for herself and for the world. She ‘’sells’’ her past space for ‘’buying’’ a new one where she can become new and fresh in front of a new and exciting path, more durable and full of positivity.   ‘‘THEN- NOW- NEXT’’ HORIZONS represents the rela...