Category Archives: Poems

Book launch More than meets the I

Finally! Monday November 2nd, at 20h Dutch time (convert to your time here) we will PARTY! You’re invited 🙂 We’re going to celebrate with you that our book is going live on Amazon! And we want to show how beautiful it is 🙂 You’ll get to see all the photographs in the coffee table book version. Angela will read some of the poems (requests are welcome), you can ask questions… There’s 40 minutes of time to be together and go ‘wow’ 🙂

Let me know if you want to be sent be the login details for the party. It will not be recorded. It will probably be on Zoom, but I’m checking different options as well.

A special message for my Introverted friends: feel free to leave your camera off or anything else that makes you feel comfortable in what we hope will be a gathering of more than just my mum and me. Everyone is welcome to participate in a form that’s relaxing for them! We just want to share our joy.

Beauty in chaos

Shine your light

when you feel vulnerable

Shine!

Find beauty in chaos

chaos in beauty

and fall

Fall!

Creating from our growing pains

breaks boundaries

Shift from your head to your heart

let go of your muse

and play

Play!

Outside the box

the truth changes perspectives

If our world was inside out

upside down

would you listen to the music

dance under the stars?

Your wild rhythm

processes your feelings

feel the shift

dig deeper

Dig!

Explore touch, remember the taste

of things stirring in your belly

Can you feel

gratitude

for what you’ve not allowed yourself to do yet?

break the rules

Break!

You will be different

You will be the same

The magic of our choices:

I am the tracks

I am the light

I am the dark

I am the shadow

My voice grows stronger

I embrace myself

Embrace!

Shine

Fall

Play

Dig

Break

Embrace

There’s beauty in chaos

and chaos in beauty

My poem for the last day of #OctPoWriMo is an ode to our host, Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Women Waking. She manages to keep up octpowrimo.com and the daily prompts even when her times are tough. I’ve build this poem from her words. 31 days of prompts are represented.

On a less important side note: this poem is missing line breaks again, I had to much going on this month to be willing to invest in learning the WordPress block editor – or find the well-hidden classic editor that seems to still be around if you persist.

I’ve persisted with writing poems instead. 31 in 31 days. A crazy endeavour. Each year. I never regret it.

Art by Morgan Dragonwillow. Please check her Patreon page if you’d like to support her work and what she gives to others.

Gratefully indebted

I am

in debt

to all

you lovely people

who inspire me

to write

to read

all

my heart

says

I do

to you

Thank you!

Penultimate day of #OctPoWriMo. The prompt was “I am” – and to write about yourself. I cheated and wrote about you as well 🙂

I received such a heartwarming, beautifuk review today of the book I made with my mother (launch on Amazon next Monday, I plan to make it free for the first couple of days. Grab your if you can, dear friends). I’ll quote a bit here, and add a link in case you’d like to read the full review:

A little birdie told me that the hardcover edition is mindblowing, and I don’t doubt it for a minute!
Having ‘only’ seen the laptop copy, I am already won over by the magic of the pictures, which of course, considering the close link between the authors, match the poems perfectly.
Often, as I came upon a new page, I was struck by the beauty that jumped out at me, left without breath. The brilliance of the composition, the choice of colours, the emotions conveyed by Greetje’s pictures is impressive. Read more

Tetris

Sounds, falling

Falling out of place

They build, build

Up… Up!

Up, until

Sounds, shattering

The glass ceiling

Stains rain

down… down!

Down, until

New sounds

fall

This poem started with the line “Wrapped in an envelope of steel”. I may save that line until it does connect with a poem that wants to get written 🙂

I did use the prompt on octpowrimo.com, but for a different piece of writing. It said: write for ten minutes about choices or a journey. It made me think about how my mother and me worked together on our book when my foot was broken. And what it was like to combine my poems with her photography, and create something new from that.

Today I hope to decide when the e-book will go live on Amazon. There already is a de- luxe coffee table version.

I’m not sure how to sell the coffee table book. I’ve just put in on Amazon, because that’s where people find their books. But the price is a lot higher than it was on Blurb (where no one searches for books I think). Maybe the best thing you can do is contact us. The current Amazon price brings in less than a dollar in profit, we don’t expect to get rich from it. But it’s incredibly beautiful (fantastic paper and print quality, big size, hard cover), and we want to make it available for people who can afford it. And, of course, for ourselves and my sister, our editor.

Ouch, I’ve just seen what Amazon adds as shipping costs. Maybe I’ll go back to make it available through Blurb instead of Amazon 😦

Do you?

Don’t you wish there was a poem somewhere, laying on the ground, waiting to be picked up, or maybe for you to slide on it like it was a banana peel? Don’t you wish there was a poem somewhere, ready to knock on your door and go, knock, knock, who’s there? Don’t you wish there was a somewhere, waiting for you, longing for your love?

Don’t you wish there was a poem somewhere?

Don’t you wish?

Don’t you?

Waiting for the delay to go away

Mine don’t know how
so they don’t
they don’t know why
so they don’t
they don’t know what
so they don’t

Make no mistake
Mine do
a lot

just not

‘that’

Day 24 of #OctPoWriMo. I’m really happy I found this in my drafts on WordPress. I have not an ounce of inspiration today. All I want to do is yell at the world, or be hugged.

This dance

The messages

You put

You get

You take

The messages

grow

like a beautiful tree

when you dance

you never dance alone

I am the messenger

All the time

When I dance

I feel my presence

I feel the space around me

I move my base, my feet, my root, my essence

I dance

This dance

Has no name

Let’s discover

I can’t seperate

Is it a poem? Are these notes from a lecture? Is it a dance? Either way it is inspired by

Dançando na Terra! Nutrition from the Earth – Silvestre Technique, Presented by Vera Passos today at The Embodiment Conference. And it’s my entry for #OctPoWriMo day 23.

Composition for two performers

There’s something inside that’s wrong

We know that we can fake it

but we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

We wish that our pride was gone

Can someone come and take it?

The feeling is strong, so strong

We’re somewhere we don’t belong

We know that we can fake it

But we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

I know we can get along

That’s what we need to make it

But we’re doing it wrong, so wrong

There’s something inside that’s wrong

Can someone come and take it?

The feeling is strong, so strong

I do feel bad for taking a beautiful warrior’s song and turn it into a this piece. But that’s where the muse led today. Listen to the original if you long for liberation.

Today’s prompt at octpowrimo.com: Turn on your favorite channel for music and choose a word or phrase that strikes your fancy and begin your poem there.