Dandelion by Maria Sibylla Merian
A discussion of weeds, taking place in the garden:
It’s a weed. Pluck it
But to me
It’s salad greens
Packed with minerals, nutrition
It’s a weed. Pull it out.
If we’re patient, you’ll see
It’s a wildflower, bright pink, free
from conformation
It’s a weed. Hoe it down.
Now it’s clear
I see
That we see
Life differently
like a ripening fig
ruddy-colored, aglow
she emanates
light from within
fecund, fruitful and fine
helpmate, mother, divine
blessed be
she
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Tucson Sunrise by Kim Nelson
Spring sun sidles
over mountaintops
suddenly
light pops
and colors up the desert
He is risen
there is Light
open hearts
all is right
A few days ago my friend and mentor, Sherry , challenged us to write about our inner Wild Women. Reading my fellow poets’ responses taught me more, helped me more, than most other recent endeavors. We are a powerful crew! This poem was borne of those readings, along with gratitude and appreciation for gifts and talents that abound.
When we embrace
uniquenesses
and let our lights shine
bright
the brilliance enlightens
selves, each other
illuminates the way
for souls, younger
and blinds the fools
everybody wins
learning to let go the fear
was the first long leg
of the journey
love, unconditional, pure
given freely
next required mastery
ceasing judgment, both inner and outer
disregarding false
criticism and flattery
then accepting self just as I AM
required patience,
my own desert wandering
now embracing the gifts that abound
takes me closer
to wild woman blossoming
in this temporal movement toward Light
I’m releasing
expanding, progressing
Wild
*Inspired by Sherry Blue Sky over at IGwRT, whose wisdom has guided me greatly this past year. She is a wonder.
