In my quiver I carry A ladle arrow to marry An arrow of rose thorns For those to be scorned Of mistletoe a small dart For those with fickle hearts And last but not least A javelin in pen shape Bardic calling without escape
For tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday. I’ll share this meditation mantra. I think of it whenever I feel I need to calm and center myself. I might not repeat all the lines, but enough repetitions of just – Breathe deep, breathe slow – works just as well.
I like repetitions and rhymes. I also like meditation and mantras. :-) “Breath deep. Breath slow.” – was the first meditation poem I wrote. Which coincides with the first day I started to seriously meditate. Right now I’m thankful for the fact that I managed to make it into a habit before the pandemic started. Without that daily dose of peace and grounding. Without that self-care, I think my depression would have bloomed right now, fueled my the ongoing catastrophe.
Written in the book of dust Between worlds In the midnight days The wind on the moon Prophecy good omens Stardust from the bones of the Moon Fall over smoke and mirrors The garden of shadows Where seekers await The lovedeath-rebirth Of goddess initiation
As I sit here wondering what books I’ll be required to read this year. And what stories I’ll be privileged to read in the text critique groups. I suddenly remembered it time for Wandering the Archives Wednesday. So I choose this poem made up of book titels.
I’ve done this with song titles before, but not with book titels. Equally fun and tricky.
We must learn, or live in man made hell Teach each other to hard challenges surmount Learn to hold our only planet dear Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame
Abandoned and abused, I grew to fear you But in truth, I where reared by you
Bullied as other, ostracized by my peers Alone with daily jeers, leers and snears Childhood and adolescence, year after year Branding me as strange and queer
Yours the only company to keep me near Convincing me I’m a mere shadow Not really alive, not supposed to be here
Developed intimate knowledge of all your tiers As loneliness you have tooth and claws that tear Lead chains that trust steer Forged by every untruth spear Betrayal heart and soul sear Invisible barriers separating, from those you hold dear
Dark lonely nights your visits I fear Haunted hours filled with tears Leaving me hollow and sheer As pale dawn washes the heavens clear
After becoming a mother, I’ve started to befriend you, we’re Old pals, whatever the history, that’s clear Nowadays I even hold our moments dear Filled with new knowledge, hope and trust I’ll never again from my own side veer
All that I seek I can find within my own heart soul sphere
Loneliness has been much on my mind and in my feelings the last couple of weeks. Both the kind is need and seek. And the kind that can make me feel wholly alone in a room full of people.
So this poem is this week’s archive find.
This piece where not something I wished to write, but perhaps needed to write, as whatever I thought about the subject solitude – that I express both it and loneliness quite often – got drowned out by this piece rhymes running in loops in my mind.
In the prompt Björn writes; In today’s situation of social distancing, we all have taken a crash course in loneliness, and when learning to cope. Today I would like you to write about your own experience with how you find strength in solitude or how you still struggle with loneliness.