Three poems
By Rachel Mic
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Divine Femme
We are the divine femme.
We have chosen to define what it means
To be a second thought,
Ever flowing,
Masterfully holding together our worlds around us.
We have played the part of accepting the woven reality When in reality we are shaking its foundation to the core.
We are the empress,
The priestess on high,
And the queen of cups.
Many of us are wielding swords,
That advance wisdom unto others.
Many of us are charging with passion
Toward goals of enhancing our surroundings.
Yes, we are the divine
And reconstructing that very definition,
It’s rhythm,
It’s movement,
And its place in the hereafter
Godly Rush
I found my ego front and center.
She was draped in gold that cascaded to her feet.
Her feet appeared to glide as she danced on the broken foundation. She carried her beauty wonderfully, and it seemingly shimmered. Only I was able to notice that I was embellished with fool’s gold.
My feet were clumsy and slipped on the cracks.
The more imbalance I encountered,
The more depth I experienced,
Making it difficult to deny the unraveling of the fool’s gold gown.
I came to the realization that
I had chosen to live in stagnation
Rather than risk feeling growth from within.
But, the more depth I experienced also allotted me time to perfect. My slips became steps and the steps were expanding. I had reached a continuous pace,
Eager to discern what I was made of.
The gown was now only a few strands.
Unanswered Questions
You remain my love;
Through the roses that bloom,
And the petals that fall,
Through the equinoxes changing
One season to another,
Ultimately through them all.
You are a constant in my life
Worthy of knowing true affection.
You are a whirlwind romance
That has its heart set in my direction.
I question myself daily,
“How to repay you for what you’ve achieved?” You’ve shaken my core;
Awakened it gently.
You’ve lit a love inside of me,
Ever so kindly.
I have no answer to my daily question.