ziibi~ June 28

The full Moon rises to the East~

She dances under the Birch
To the music of her soul
Bare feet against wet Earth
Freer then she has ever known

She dances a healing dance
To cleanse the invisible wounds
Buried through generations
Deep within the soul

She dances for all women
Young, weak, strong and old
Around the earth
Through all of time

She dances secret knowledge
Beats of movement and song
Mothers have taught Daughters
Since the days of Avalon

She dances under the full Moon
Encircled by the magic
As they have for Centuries
And will forever more


Tea with Fuller and a Few More

Wouldn’t it be something to be at a
Transcendentalism meeting
back in the day with
that would be amazing.

I would fit right in
challenging conventional thought.
Challenging each other
to think outside the box,
to write even better.

I can see it now…
My arms flaring,
eyes blazing,
thoughts pouring,
passion uttered
with every word.

That is when I got a word in
with all those philosophical minds.

Protesting 19th Century
Culture and Society.
Resisting conformity from
Unitarian Doctrines,
Harvard Intellectuals.
Writing and debating for
Freedoms of thought,
Religion, and person.

I would be friends with
Margaret Fuller.
Two women
among a few more
in a group of men.
voicing their thoughts
their opinions
for the centuries of women
that were hushed
and would be for
and still are.

All of them at the table
living way before their times.
The strength,
the perseverance
it took for them to continue
opening the doors for
You and I.
People were laughing at them,
others shunning them,
a few applauding.
While, we will never know
how many hid away
with their writings.

I would love to tell them…
Their writings are studied today,
praised for the thought and work.
I would love to tell them…
They were a part of change.
Inspirational to many,
Revolutionary to thought.

I need to tell them…
The truth about Indians.
Misunderstood and
unjustly Romanticized
Their time through my time.

It would be something
to go back in time
and have tea with
All the members of the
Transcendental Club.

It would be something,
Even if I could only tell them
Thank You!

Revised poem from June 29th & 22nd

The Dream~

I wake with a poetic verse
Lingering from a dream
Balancing on the edge
Of unconsciousness
A fading thought
Slipping away
To no avail
Like you
and I

ziibi~ June 24

My heart longs to hear your voice
I resist the urge
Knowing it will hurt me more.

ziibi~ June 23

A Midwestern storm
full force explodes
shaking the windows
drowning the earth
releasing the tension
of hot air and cool.

A miracle of change
covers the land
cleansing the earth
as thick air fades
cool takes a stand.

A stance that crumbles
as morning brings
another humid
summer day.

Windy~ June 22

I’ve been waiting all week

It’s just one show

But, ugh, these boys

Loud, loud boys

Arguing over a video game

Then it’s over

Laughing like hyenas

I can’t hear my show

I can’t concentrate

It’s only a show

This makes me happy

This makes me whole

Ziibi~ June 22

I would be friends with
Margaret Fuller
two women
among a few more
in a group of men
voicing their thoughts
their opinions
for the centuries of women
that were hushed
and would be for
and still are.

ziibi~ June 21

I stand in a canoe
Singing their song
with the help of my drum.

Windy~ June 21

One long day

And the next is shorter

Downhill from here

Summer has come

But brings a reminder

Only gonna stay a while

Windy~ June 20

I work.

It hurts.

I’m stiff.

Keep on.

Who cares?

Not me.

I guess.

Not you.

Normal life.

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