the second half of life
would feel so strange
like
a hormone raging
hair raising
back talking
teenager
but wiser
I hope
still
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power surges
sweltering
blistering
heat
nights of writing as sleep evades
days of contemplation as
my soul breathes into my ear
how could I know
what used to matter
wouldn't matter anymore
and what matters is so
unexpected
days of creating
splashes of color
and
swirls and spirals
weaving into the crevices
of
my
be
ing
feeling my way into
embracing
the crone
staying open to
what may come
knowing that more of my life
most likely
is behind me
and
I'm good with that.
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Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a Bodywork transformer, dancing poet, motivator of words, magical instigator and creatrix of #OctPoWriMo & #PoetsonthePage. If you are interested in collaborating with your soul to get your words on the page, check out my website, Wild Woman Mysteries.
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Yes, we are in the same wavelength for this one. As days go by we get to be more accepting of where and who we are.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, thanks Annie!
DeleteI love it. Strength through chaos and finding who you are.
ReplyDeleteyour poem of transition resonates with me. your coverage of inner and outer and philosophical and physical beautifully and gently illustrates the changes
ReplyDeleteI can so relate to this. At 46 I know more of my life is behind me and I look back on the years and wonder where they went. Your poem inspires me to keep looking within for the answers as to what to do for the second act of my existence.
ReplyDeleteMorgan, your poem speaks for all of us who are fighting against time. Those midnight showers and the aches do dampen the spirit sometimes.But, there is that bit of sunshine called courage which goads us to survive every ounce of pain.Thank you for this lovely poem. :)
ReplyDeleteYou convey the progression and perception of the experience perfectly. Thank you for this poem!
ReplyDeleteEverything changes, but we are so much more aware.
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