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Battle-Cry


I love finding these gems hidden in my notebooks. Enjoy!

Battle-Cry

I am no one’s wife
I am no one’s mother
I am a woman
Independent and true.

I am someone’s daughter
I am someone’s sister
I am a goddess
Patient and strong.

I am the leaves and the trees
I am the ocean, the breeze
I am rooted in the earth
Boundless and lush.

I am the bear in the cave
I am the bird in the nest
I am one with all things
Loyal and fierce.

I ebb with the tides
I change with the seasons
I grow, I die, and I am reborn
And I will never be silenced.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

Rather belated edit, upon reflection on the topic:
I’m not exactly a wilting flower when it comes to equitable treatment regardless of race, sex, gender, species (with the possible exception of mosquitoes, because they’re bloodsucking terrors), social class, differences in ability whether mental physical or whatever, religion… Whatever you choose, or chose you, is yours, and I celebrate it -so long as you aren’t denying others their right to express themselves as well, or causing harm.

In the case of this poem, I guess you could say “I celebrate myself, and sing myself”, in the words of Whitman. It’s no secret that I love being a woman, and that I revere nature’s beauty.
I guess this came from a desire for women to speak, to yell, to raise their voices high in celebration of who we are, and what that means to us.
We are more than pretty faces, or shapely bodies, or the babies we bear, or the clothes that we wear.

Never having been a man, or a boy, I don’t know their experience of our culture as it stands now; I can’t comment accurately on the male condition. I know how difficult it is for a woman to get paid the same amount as a man for the exact same work. I know how hard it is to be taken seriously because ‘you don’t understand how the world works’. I also know how few people realize that sexual assault happens to men as well as women. It is a constant battle for us as humans to fly free from the restrictions of what is acceptable and what we have put up with for far too long.

So I guess I’m asking you to make little changes to your day. I’m asking you to remind yourself that you are worthy of love, and that you are valuable as yourself. I’m asking you to think harder, to speak out when you see injustice, and to reach out to others. After all, your thoughts become your words. Your words become your actions. Your actions become your habits. Your habits become your character. I’m not so sure about destiny or fate, but certainly who you are shapes what comes your way.

And fuck ‘the way the world works’. I don’t accept that, so I’m changing myself in order to change this world.

Who’s with me?

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A Man of Substance


Not properly a sonnet, because I didn’t realize I was writing ten syllable lines until halfway through, but it’s still a quatorzain. It’s just a little something I wrote yesterday while I was thinking about a friend.

A Man of Substance

A man of substance had been led astray,
All he once loved had been taken away.
He stood, a broken sword, rooted in earth
In dying light of sun, doubting his worth.
No woman to hold, no children to scold,
As the setting sun turned brown hair to gold.
The man of substance and his faithful dog
Sat down on the hilltop, drowning in fog
With nowhere to turn, no hope of recourse
He wept to the heavens, bitter with loss.
With nothing to gain, and nothing to fear
His voice echoed richly but met no ear.
This man of substance had given his all
But courage alone can’t help with his fall.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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Three Word Wednesday Two-Fer


I thought I might mess around with that Fibonacci thing I did before. Since I spaced on last week‘s Three Word Wednesday, I figured, why not do both this week? Last week was erratic, luminous, and omen, and this week is alter, fond and tranquil.

Also, these might be a bit weird; I have Baba O’Riley by the Who stuck in my head, and I’m not sure if that’s related to the weird. It’s a good song, don’t get me wrong, but I’m usually more for Led Zeppelin than the Who.

Bottom of the Ocean

watch
out
for the
luminous
bait of the fearsome
anglerfish-  soothing light luring
its erratic  prey closer to the jaws of their doom.
it’s tough living at the bottom
of the ocean; see
omen of
rising
sea
heights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2o11.

Shakespeare Said It Best

Love allows no impediment to it,
Alters not with the changing winds. Instead,
It flows like rain from the heavens, collects
In our hearts, overflows in everything
We do.  Love is the bright sun in the sky,
Warming the seeds of fondness in this earth.
Turbulent seas calm in the face of love,
Stifling afternoons fade to tranquil nights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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The Ghosts of You and I


I liked the idea of the piku form when I saw it on Amy‘s blog, so that is today’s experiment. Let me know how I did.

The Ghosts of You and I

the ghost of
me
asked your ghost which

body to
choose
upon return

to this earth.
it
smiled and said not

to worry;
we
will find ourselves.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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