I arrived in this world
A shooting star
Trailing dreams
And magic in my wake
-gws
Shooting Star
Tag: wordsmithing
Words Have Power
A rewrite of a 2015 poem
Words have power
They are thoughts made manifest
And loosed into the world
They are fragile crepe paper ghosts
Spoken softly to breathe thoughts to life
They are shining lights
Spoken with bold love and given as gifts
They are a clarion bell call
Spoken with volume, power, and purpose
They are truth and belief
And love made real
Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world
They are knife edges
Spoken to cut the soul
They are blunt force
Spoken to crush and wind
They are daggers
Spoken to pierce the heart
They are lashing whips
Spoken to welt and sting and scar
They are hurt and anger
And resentment made real
Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world
Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
The heat of passionate anger
Can turn language into fists that leave bruises
That cannot be seen and may never heal
Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
Regret is a bitter friend
For what is said cannot be unsaid or unheard
Beware how you manifest your
Intentions into the world
Think before you speak and
Hold your tongue until you possess
A calmer mind and kinder words
Words have power
They are thought made manifest
And loosed into the world
-gws
Empty Pockets Full Heart
Forty-eight orbits of the sun
Forty-eight birthdays celebrated
Some happy
Some not
This morning I turned my face
To golden, gossamer sunlight
Filtered through cool, blue fog
I was showered in love notes
Sung to and hugged by my children
My pockets may be empty
But my heart can't be much fuller
-gws
December First
Autumn prepares to make its bow
As December takes the stage
With evergreen and holly crown
And bonfires ablaze
The cloak of winter deep and white
With whispered grace arrives
While all good folks abide long nights
As snow falls on the pines
Let not the darkness weight your brow
Do light your lamps ablaze
For soon the Solstice will arrive
To return the longer days
-gws
Daughter of Darkness and Fire
This is my season
The season Persephone returns to the underworld
To take up her night-sky crown
A season where darkness rules
And pomegranate seeds glisten
Like ruby drops of blood
Across a dark and mossy earth
A season where candlelight entwines with shadow
And long nights lay steeped in vivid dreaming
In this season I embrace my own darkness
Unafraid of the cold and the quiet
For this is where magic lives
Where the mythical and mystical thrive
Weaving spells amongst the silence
I remember my power just like Persephone
For this is a season where the resolute thrive
I submerge into my own deep waters
My dark reflection staring back at me
As I descend into my true self
Into the rejuvenation that exists
At the heart of midnight
I greet each version of myself
Forgiving myself for every unkindness
Every neglectful moment
In this stillness where I am
Safe and whole inside my power
For this is the season I return to self
Where I remember who I am
A daughter of darkness and fire
-gws
Season of Truth
I have entered my season of truth
The veil of delusion
Illusion
Deliberate ignorance
Is being peeled away
It is not an ugly truth
I find below the surface
But a blinding
Shining truth
One that offers a promise
Of deliverance from a
Self-imposed bondage
And offers a path
To a beautiful new freedom
-gws
If I Was a Tarot Card (Knight of Swords)
If I was a tarot card The Knight of Swords it would be Even my name, Gladys Is reminiscent of the gladius blade The knight and I are of quick wit Sharp tongue And posses a low tolerance for stupidity We have something to say And you must listen now or miss it To your own detriment The truth is our shield Logic our blade We understand the time is now And no one and nothing will Stop our message Some may think us Too blunt Too cutting Too opinionated Too unfeeling But that is because they do not Understand the urgency Carpe Diem my friends The day is yours to lose The opportunity of now Will not return again -gws
Chapter Has Ended (8 of Cups)
What is
No longer serves me
I glance back over my shoulder
Setting this place and time
Into my memory to honor
The weight of this moment
This chapter has ended
Though I may be the only
One who knows it
I shoulder my bag
With deliberate movements
And a deep sigh
It’s time to find out
To discover
To move on and move forward
With a step
I let go of what was
And turn toward a path I know
Will be paved with the opportunity
For enlightenment and discovery
-gws
Horizon (6 of Swords)
The long night arrives at dawn How long was I in the darkness My escape is almost complete The journey from my hardships Nearly done A better life awaits On the horizon -gws
My Nervous System Knows
When vibrant joy sparks bitter tears It means that too many years Have been spent in emotional blight That no jubilation can put to right Like a cloud crossing the sun Or a dissonant chord rung When my heart swells and glows My nervous system knows That this joy will lead to grieving My chest begins its heaving Turning smiles into frowns As the cortisol lets down How long has this been so I will not pretend to know Like a candle smothered I unconsciously keep covered That which makes me take up space Before I can feel the grace Of real joy in my blood I dump it in the mud I avoid the disappointment Like a fly stuck in the ointment I abandon my true will When he sets on me that chill And so I am now trained That joy will end in pain I know that I must mend So the sun can shine again -gws
