Waves

As we swim our way over the next coming months, let us take the ocean with us…connecting to its ongoing flow…keeping calm and letting go… Special thanks to my genius sister Alexandra for filming & editing but most of all for making my spoken poetry video dreams come true.

~waves

Waves how they come and go Never know where they’ll take you Waves how they swim their way Kissing the sun awake Blessing the moon goodnight That is their fate Flow how they glow I will dance in wave Pray I grow as one with it And while I’m dreaming I’ll wash the shore Until I am no more Not me Nor he Never she I am a wave A wave I am A wave I’ll always be.

Be True, You.

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“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”  ~Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón

 

The most powerful person you can be is yourself. But getting to know yourself and more important learning to LOVE yourself takes time and patience.

As you fully appreciate who you are, that is when you are free to be no one else but you. When you have achieved self empowerment, that is when other people’s judgements and opinions (which stem from their own insecurities) have no effect over you.

Mastering the ability to own your power will keep you confident and centered through all life’s seeming obstacles.

You are powerful• More powerful• Full of power• Power is you.

 

© Nicoletta

 

Art by Christos Kakoulli 

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Face of the Sun

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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 what it would sing…

 

 

Photo by @hellenmangseth: Norway

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Sacred Woman

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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 what it would sing…

 

Special thanks to Alexandra Van Zutphen for photoshoot ❤

Follow her @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

 

City Dreams

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She woke up to the noise of the city
Bothered by the trouble inside her.
Like a traffic jam on a Monday morning
Her heart spilled with emotion.
Candlelight flickered on her bedside
It’s romantic haze drawing near to a close.
Show must go on.
Creativity sparked her senses awake
As if that was the only thing keeping her going in this world.
Midnight shackles locked her in dreams of facades and illusions.
Morning light she was alive
To be the person she was born to be.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Photo by Nicoletta: Calgary, Alberta 

Song: Angela- Lumineers

Oh, Mother

Mother-Earth

In your hands I call the pain
To succumb to the tears
Of your rainfalls.
Oh, Mother
Forgive us
For what we have done.
Thousands of years
You have made this home.
And what have we done in return?

Mother, I breathe your air
In gratitude.
I bend down on two knees
As I thank you
For your trees.
I thank you
For all the blessings you have filled
In this beautiful land of yours.

Green and blue I worship you.
Mother, your grace
Joining us with the power of love.
Are we too blind to see
All that you have left us
Out in the open?

Mother, forgive me
For not praising you sooner.
The days birthing
My eyes awake
How could I have missed
That my skin and bones
Are one and the same as yours?

I thank you once again
And a million times more
For waking me up.
Mother, shake them all from slumber
To see how alive you truly are.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Love, I’m Sorry.

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Love, I’m sorry.

I forgot to celebrate you today.

You see, I couldn’t find you

Under all these stuffed bears

And fancy roses.

You weren’t to be found

Under the sheets

Or in this bar of chocolate.

I couldn’t eat you

Or see you

Or feel you.

Love, I’m sorry.

I couldn’t pretend.

I found you in

My eyes the other day.

I heard you in music

Saw you in art

Felt you in play.

A woman’s patience

That boy’s innocence

My grandfather’s wisdom

Her humour

His laughter

The light of day

Dark of night

Health

Happiness

Heart

Love, I celebrate you.

Just not today

Not in that way

I’m sorry.

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© Nicoletta

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pulse

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And suddenly

I learned how to write

With an open heart.

The mind

Long left behind

Was drifting

In logic.
And with my pen

Held tight

In the right of my hand

I printed

Words with pulse.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Your Song

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Ringing in my ears

Is your song

The tune plays on repeat

Through thought and dream

Your song

Plays on repeat

On and on it plays

Greets me in the day

Tucks me in at night

I hear your song

On and on it plays

On repeat.

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© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by Nicoletta: Edmonton, Alberta 

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