Ra's Spiral Path

Tag: poetry

  • Moving On

    Moving On

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    Sarah
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    Oh, you.When the going gets tough,You get going.Your son had a dream recentlyThat you deserted himWhen Darth Vader showed up.You project your worst fears onto others Like only a colonizer can.I see youIn a way that youDon’t seeYourselfI know that I can’t count on you.You have made that abundantly clear.So stay away, if you can’t…

  • The Pangs of June 2022

    The Pangs of June 2022

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    Sarah
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    I, like many American women, am having some difficulties processing everything spewing from SCOTUS these days….. My ability to focus is not where I would like it to be and my writing has been very short and erratic bursts meant only for journals – not for sharing. So I have been experimenting with haiku. The…

  • Dog loss

    Dog loss

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    I buried my dog’s ashes yesterday. Outside next to the succulents, where she had already started a small hole:

  • Old, Old Earth Magick

    Old, Old Earth Magick

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    One of Earth’sOldest magicks Are wise womenWho sprout like weedsThroughout generations.Churches and powersCan try to control and exterminate them thru radical means.Yet even disconnectedFrom Ancestral Knowledge,These women will sprout and grow into the Collective WisdomTo tend, nourish, heal,And start spreading…Rhizomes ready, Seeds scattered Everywhere.Blown by the windSavored by soilWe find our wayTo Mother EarthAnd Know.

  • Happy Poetry Month!

    Happy Poetry Month!

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    Sarah
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    I finally got around to switching out the kids display at my library last week and made a poet tree with leaves for adding poems.

  • The Truth in Dreams

    The Truth in Dreams

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    I have wondered about my ancestrySince I was a teenSelf consciously learning aboutThe worldAnd my place in it.I’ve had Ancestor DreamsSince my twentiesThat include:An alien father With swirling blue eyes That matched his cloak.A Grandfather CoyoteWith slicked black hairAnd sunglasses -Strutting his stuffAcross the streetIn style.AlsoA small, leathery grandmotherFrom the Andes.She has a huge smile…

  • All the feelings….

    All the feelings….

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    Sarah
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    I went through a particularly bad spell in November where I had a mini breakdown at work while reading picture books. Nervous exhaustion meets quiet room.

  • The way

    The way

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    Sarah
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    This is the way Forgiveness You have to forgive yourself If you want to be whole You are broken From trying to fit into a shape That is not yours You want to be whole Forgive yourself Love your heart Love your mistakes Love your despair Then work for your dreams and goals From your…

  • Monday. Again

    Monday. Again

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    Sarah
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    I even drew a picture to go with… This was just my morning purge. I actually had a couple of decent work hours before my supervisor shared some really disturbing news with me. Apparently, my so called leaders in administration have no problem with adding more burden to the shoulders of those already dealing with…

  • Just another day

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    Sarah
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    It’s been a rough patch of life. Lots of ups and downs. At least the ups have been really good. Reconnecting with an old friend good. The kind of friend that might bring over bagels on a Sunday morning because she was in the neighborhood. Back when I used to eat bagels. And instead of…