Mothered Earth

Tuesday Poetics over at dVerse and I’m submitting  poem I wrote yesterday. It fits the bill I think.

So, today Lillian is asking us to Have a Heart. 

Include the word “heart” somewhere in your poem. Perhaps some will be clever and we’ll have to search for it: the art is divine; she art thine; hear thy self. Or you might talk about a brave heart, broken heart, your sweetheart, or be heartfelt in your feelings. So many ways to have a heart!

This is a  Triolet* inspired by Sunday’s Imbolc Sweat Lodge** in West Yorkshire.The lodge was a mixed one, male and female, masculine and feminine, and our focus was LOVE and how to remain with an open heart in these times of change.

With love and thanks to all who attended. My Heart has been opened. Tenderised. I aim to walk through this world now as a warrior with trembly knees and a tender open heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deep in the womb of the Mother

Yin and yang unfold their dance

Deep in this place of the other

Deep in the heart of the Mother

Sitting with Sister and Brother

Singing our dreams out from trance

Deep in the Soul of the Mother

Yin and yang unfold their dance

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*A Triolet is a poem of fixed rhythmical form, with repeated lines. A Triolet consists of eight lines, the rhyming scheme is: AB, aA, abAB

** Sweat Lodge is a purification ceremony held in a covered dome and making the use of water on hot stones to create the heat/sweat.

46 responses to “Mothered Earth

  1. This is beautiful, Paul. And I’m so glad you gave the back story to it. Sometimes the meditative state can truly cleanse the soul and free the heart.

  2. I am beginning to be quite fascinated by this form, I like its pattern, I will pluck up the courage to have a go, the image was beautiful and the whole thing was a lovely tribute to nurture and mothering.

  3. It is so good to stretch ourselves spiritually; so much out there is offered. I once spent a week on an Indian reservation, & every moment of it left me richer, tender, & open armed.

  4. Dreamtime of indigenous
    ancestors reaLiTy
    of now..
    Indians
    reconnecting
    As dance of life
    iN trance of love
    distance..
    space..
    time..
    Gone liGht
    aS LiGe oF DancE
    And SonG of soUL..
    animus and anima WoNe..:)

  5. Paul…beautiful and this feels so good in the mouth! Reading it aloud, to goes deep. The eyes can skim, but the mouth speaks to the truth of the poem. Bravo!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s