Today from OctPoWriMo:
Poetry Prompt: Quickly write down how and what you have done in the past that has helped you feel most connected to your inner self, the Divine, the Universe, and how you came to be in that state. Choose one to do to bring you to that connected feeling and then free write for ten minutes.
Word Prompt: Connected
Sentence Starter: I feel connected when...
Or
When I am connected in, my body feels...
This is what I wrote in response after lots of meandering writing. I've never written about this so I am grateful the stage was set so skillfully for me by my precious co-host Morgan Dragonwillow.
Now: Lilacs Reach the Clouds
face lifts, the surface almost, isn’t...
arms pierce through the sky-water,
Up.
Up
Up.
breast stroking crawling butterly
looking for the
place where she would find breath
recklessly she slices still upward
into blackness where she knew
pure need had a home
Infinite.
Moments.
Later.
pushed back, tumbling not stroking thrown
Back.
Back.
Back.
into body form
the shouted “NO!” one else could hear
an assault, a mugging, a brawl
snarling roars rise from my gut in
untranslatable bellows
Suddenly I’m heard by all
silence wraps me in her arms
stay here, soil bound
denim to dirt
head in hands
alone.
alone.
alone.
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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist, Performance Poet and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield.
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© 2012 by Julie JordanScott
Oh sweet Julie, I am honored that my words helped you go to a place you haven't gone before. I had no idea that they would do such a thing. I only wrote what I was guided to write, how I often am. I originally had a completely different prompt. I am glad I listened.
Peace to you friend.
Posted by: Morgan Dragonwillow | October 03, 2012 at 08:57 PM
I read it again, and again. I wanted to make sure I understood. I do. There are no words.
I see you, I hear you, I am listening.
Posted by: Morgan Dragonwillow | October 03, 2012 at 09:05 PM
It was extraordinary. It remained wordless for a long time and now I will feel more comfortable speaking about this moment in time. (It was the moment my brother, John, died, and my soul attempted to follow him....)
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | October 03, 2012 at 09:47 PM
I feel the passion and pain in this poem, but without your comment, I would never have connected the poem to the death of a loved one. This poem needed to be written -- and may lead to more. Sometimes I think that we don't face the reality that we are alone. Your poem suggests anguish. I hope for healing.
Posted by: Beth Camp | October 03, 2012 at 10:24 PM
I know that feeling. It is so very hard to put into words but you did. Thank you
Posted by: Jyllianm | October 04, 2012 at 04:08 AM
Here's something that may be strange that differentiates me and some other poets. I am more about connecting with the reader - people know this disconnected feeling. My experience came from my brother's death, but because I didn't say "my brother's death" the reader can make it mean anything, especially whatever it is they are going through... I am so grateful for the commetns!
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | October 04, 2012 at 08:43 AM