Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
On days when my heart
feels like just shutting down
–I sit with the stillness,
make almost no sound.
On days when my heart
feels like locking its doors
–I wear your old t-shirts
and sit on my floors.
On days when my heart
feels like going to ground
–I breathe in the earth and
I feel it’s heart pound.
On days when my heart
feels like it’s fighting wars
–I let my tears carry
me back to your shores.
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AUDIO FILE:
“I am a bouquet of wildflowers and thorns, a tangle of thistle and clover, a riotous fistful of color and contradiction. I am joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, walking the earth with bare feet, trailing the dust of a billion brilliant stars from my billowing skirts. I am wind and rain. I am the dark shadows of the forest path. I am questions and answers, confidence and anxiety, earth and sky. I am wise and naive. I am girl and mother, seductress and sage, priestess and supplicant, innocent and sinner, huntress and prey. I gather to myself the beautifully broken and breathtakingly whole, the wandering and the waiting, the tribe of souls lost and found in the desert oasis I call home. I am stained by their brilliance, soaked in their passion, I am humbled by their love. I sit in their midst, singing and silent, awed and oh, so grateful.”
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AUDIO FILE:
Some days, the best
I can do is to breathe,
to plant two bare feet
in wet dirt and
sticky green grass,
while I turn my
face to the sky.
Some days, my
two feet are just
the beginning.
I must sit solidly
upon the earth,
feel her pulse
beneath my hands.
This day, my body
aches to lie
against her breast,
surrender to the wind.
Will you meet
me here,
come and lie
beside me
on this cool and
sacred ground?
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