Poker Face

It takes a lot out of us. Communication. Feels like an endless battle of shape and form. This is my point of view and that one is yours, but who’s to prove what’s true. Certainly not me. In whatever way you change your perception you never know when you’re making the right move. Playing poker…

Ascension

I know it to be true. There is a way to break this spell, cast by thousands of lives. I am paying for the sins of my fathers and mothers. The blood in my hands, dripping in lines. Spiralling in any direction, never pointing the way. Always a battle, the way of the world. I…

Sun Salutation

I feel the ecstasy of the moment taking over my every thought, the lightness of my breath ascending me to a higher place, a deeper version of myself. Liberating temptation, I surrender to this moment and this moment alone. As I free my spirit, I feel the birth of life take over. Creeping shadows of…

Face of the Sun

I felt her roots firmly ground me, Morning dew Washing the pain away. She shied her power With a humble smile at the Sun.   The light on her face Healing forests afar, A single seed of hers Greeting seven generations to come.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is…

The Golden Lady

Without a whimper He told her “I’m sorry”. She looked up at him in doubt, Too good to be true fairytales Not her cup of tea. You see, SHE was the prince of Her Story.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…     Photo by SVZ:…

Sunday Morning

  Sometimes I count the way you look at my hair in the wild and green Sunday morning walks at the park. I count the stare. One blink. Two blink. Three and four. And when I try to look back, you turn your eyes to the ground. As if the ground has something more important…

Sacred Woman

She was ancient like the stars above her golden crown. In her eyes all was known Past        Present                     Future. In her womb the secrets of the world Birthed All creation.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is…