Author Archives: Angela van Son

About Angela van Son

Certified CTI trained coach who loves e-learning.

Octarine

Reality?
Narrowly defined
Highly overrated

Give me
angels, astral planes, akashic records, anytime
I want more
than meets the eye

Today’s prompt for #OctPoWriMo was Blue. I chose a different colour. If you’re not a Terry Pratchett fan, you may not have heard of the colour octarine. It can only be seen by wizards and cats. It generally signifies the presence of magical energy.

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Just be here

I draw upon
my strength
to serve you
and ask for help
when I need it
– that’s strength too

I don’t need to be a saviour
We can all be there for each other

Strength is to share
who you are
and to receive others
the way they are
– boundaries included

You don’t need to be a saviour
We can all be there for each other

There’s strength
in connecting
to what is
and stay present
multiplying acceptance
by just being there

No one needs to be a saviour
just be here

The prompt today for #OctPowrimo was door, the suggested form a Bop. My head and heart are still in the Zagreb workshop that I wrote about yesterday, so I decided to try the form but come up with my own subject. I started by doing some art journalling, in a process taught by Effy Wild. That led to writing two poems. The first one was a proper Bop I don’t feel like sharing, the second one the slightly altered version of the form you see here.

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Waiting for fulfillment

Time was here
but didn’t tell
just one of the uninvited guests
invited to witness and celebrate
the turning of the eons –
dawn and dusk collided
shadows created shapes of light
the horizon peered at me
clapping, opening up
the space of freshly baked paint
peeling unnecessary layers

Time is here
I am not separated from my people
grief and pity join us
laughter and play unite
neither nos nor yesses
either shoulds or coulds
whoweare is not divided

Time will be here
the square root of an emotion
equals travel in space and time
mere metal materialising dreams
flawless dimensions, hard to perceive
infinity unknown
DNA passing on messages in tongues
waiting for fulfillment

I’m on my own prompt for #OctPoWriMo today. And joining #ThursdayDoors. I’ll explain.

In Zagreb this morning at 10 AM a workshop started, that I would have loved to attend. It’s called Transgenerational Haunting, and I’ve attended it in Amsterdam in June. It was incredibly healing and enriching. I can’t be in Zagreb, due to a broken foot and financial issues. But I CAN picture myself there in the workshop, because I was there last year (and wrote poems).  So I decided to attend the workshop in spirit, from my own house.

In the Amsterdam workshop I got to know a poem by Czeslaw Milosz, called Late Ripeness.  My poem today was written after reading that poem again, creating my own associations line by line, in the spirit of the workshop. I recommend reading the Milosz’s poem. When I looked it up, I read that “Czeslaw Milosz ranks among the most respected figures in twentieth-century Polish literature, as well as one of the most respected contemporary poets in the world: he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1980”.

I’ve decided to also use this poem for #ThursdayDoors, a fun and inspiring initiative hosted by Norm. I remember clearly how the very first picture I took in Zagreb was of a door. In a less literal sense, the workshop in Zagreb last year opened the door for me to start a new education. I simply wanted more of this.

So, now I’m here, with my broken foot. Logic says I can’t go to Spain for my education this year. My heart refuses that logic, and still searched for ways to attend. I want the learning, I want the connection, I want the healing. I’m filled with desire. Which I usually find a scary place to be. At the moment I prefer it over denial of the desire, or accepting the very possible reality of not going. IF I end up going, against the odds, I promise to take pictures of doors!

 

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That’s me in the author list! I’m still undecided if I’ll buy the epub version, the PDF, or both 🙂

Congratulations David Ellis on creating this new poetry magazine. I’m happy and grateful to be part of the very first issue.

Hello there friends! I have very exciting news to share with you all. I am a Co-Founder of a positive poetry journal and my new poetry journal has released its debut issue, it is available to purchase now. In this issue are poems by Sandra Hurst, Suchot Sunday, Angela van Son, Antoinette Dickson, Paula Watts, […]

via Auroras & Blossoms Poetry Journal Magazine Have Released Their Inaugural Debut Issue – Issue 1 Now Available! — toofulltowrite (I’ve started so I’ll finish)

Dark Night of the Soul

I painted the walls
of my dungeon
in bright colours
they didn’t need
to stay
black

I radiate
darkness

enough
for all of them

For those who like October Poetry Month, Morgan Dragonwillow provides prompts and a place to share your work: http://www.octpowrimo.com/2019/09/octpowrimo-2019-count-down.html  #OctPoWriMo

The prompt for today was Dark Night of The Soul. I’ve been having enough tough days recently to NOT want to dive into that prompt too much. Which is always possible, the prompts are here to inspire, not to prescribe.

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