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Tuesday Afternoon Reading

Busy Bee…..

You have always been a busy bee,
I heard my Auntie say to me,
years ago under the Olive Tree.

She was a woman that never left
the square she made back in ’63.
A few acres
is all she needed.
I guess….

an eccentric woman, a writer
that danced to her own beat
chained home by her mind.

A woman much like me
except I sit trapped
by my legs
and stopped by pain……
I can relate to chains.

My Auntie lived life in a matchbox
tucked away in the plots she read
the worlds she created by pen
writings between floating walls
waves of unsettled thoughts.

Mystery after mystery she wrote
poem after poem I write

They say I’m a lot like my Auntie
Both–busy bees…. of the mind.

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Oracle of the Feminine video

 

Oracle of the Feminine

Our time has come to stand tall
united in a revolution of change
a collective of feminine voices
saying, No More!

It is time we take back our bodies
create a resolution of acceptance.
Everyone is born their own way
beautiful in their own skin.

It is time to stop participating
in the games of a perfect image,
starving for anothers body
an average that does not exist.

It is time to love yourself,
cherish and believe- you are
beautiful in your own way
for your daughter is watching.

It is time for you to remember
where you came from
to say thank you to your mother,
your grandmothers and aunts,
all the women that wore
the body you were born to wear.

© River 4/11

The Prize

Dedicated to Brandy Brenna~

Three good friends canoe down the Kinni
each with their own bag of thoughts

on a journey upon her waters.
They travel with different strokes
following the calmer course
as they glide around a corner
they hear the air between his wings
before any of them see.

The fisherman in the rear
only noticed the fish,
the artist in the front
only saw the bird,
but in the center the dreamer
witnessed the marvel of both.

An Eagle great in essence and size
dove ahead of the trio
grabbing a huge trout in his claws,
hovering over the water,
flapping his powerful wings,
then flying away with his prize.

© River Urke 2010

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