For my Sister-tribe of Poetesses
on those nights where the pen and the moon keep us up writing
Late night
Creative flow
Moons and stars and pens and the sky
Energized we are
A writer’s high
Deep Connection
Alignment pulls
Awake reflection
Heart protection
Honest intentions
Words on tap?
Free refills keeps us coming back
Poetica for the taking
Truth in the making
Write it down
Spread it around
Keep coming back
Presence is where it’s at
Taking up residency with our breath
Clutter meets sudden death
Clarity comes from our exhales
Fierce truth always prevails
Letters pour out of our pens
Collecting wisdom
Laying in zen
Goddess angels whisper our song
Sleep dear ones, it won’t be long
Sun will rise and call on this tribe
To ebb and flow, dancing in this vibe
To rise with grace
As the day requires us to breathe
Abundant oxygen is always a reprieve
A fresh start
With each new day
Every new moment
A brand new way
So rest my wearys
Put our alphabets to bed
Let all thoughts
Clear from our heads
Dream Big!
For a few hours allow ourselves to become wordless
Resting up with calm stillness
Sleeping in our creative fortresses
Then we rise up again, fierce💃 poetesses
