Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Stirring in the Belly http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/ Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts Tue, 16 Mar 2010 05:24:40 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: Josephine http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-60075 Josephine Fri, 06 Feb 2009 02:54:09 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-60075 <a href="http://leftturnatjoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-imbolc-postulancy.html" rel="nofollow">Imbolc Postulancy</a> I stir, uncurl, come back from the long unconscious slumber of a scholar lost among words jumbled up in hip deep drifts of pages overfull with rich food that cuts at the soft edges of my soul. I wake up to the the guilt of precious things let go: because I thought, I must. I stretch past the dark buds of deadlines and the wet damp earth of formation and remember the who that planted. Something tiny as a seed shifts, moves, comes alive and I shiver a little with joy at the feeling of something stirring again deep, deep inside. Imbolc Postulancy
I stir, uncurl, come back
from the long unconscious slumber
of a scholar lost among words
jumbled up in hip deep drifts
of pages overfull with rich food that cuts
at the soft edges of my soul.
I wake up to the the guilt of precious things
let go: because I thought, I must.
I stretch past the dark buds of deadlines
and the wet damp earth of formation
and remember the who that planted.
Something tiny as a seed shifts, moves,
comes alive and I shiver a little
with joy at the feeling of something
stirring again deep, deep inside.

]]> By: Leah http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-60067 Leah Fri, 06 Feb 2009 00:31:40 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-60067 "days of future present"--thanks also to the Pointer Sisters: http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-party-31.html wonderful everything, Christine! “days of future present”–thanks also to the Pointer Sisters:

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2009/02/poetry-party-31.html

wonderful everything, Christine!

]]> By: Rebecca http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-60054 Rebecca Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:36:27 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-60054 emerge tender shoots from hard frozen ground delicately poised tightly furled trembling anticipation blossom ...rebecca emerge
tender shoots
from hard frozen ground
delicately poised
tightly furled
trembling anticipation
blossom

…rebecca

]]> By: Rich http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-60038 Rich Thu, 05 Feb 2009 17:11:56 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-60038 MIDWINTER Twelve billion year old stardust seeds, imbedded memories remember. Tightly wound paperthin heads poke through the fertile ground of being seeking sunlight with an instinct born in ancient swirling cosmos, dancing to the songs of angels, stretching their faces to the heavens, singing and praying “Adoramus Te.” MIDWINTER

Twelve billion year old stardust
seeds, imbedded memories
remember. Tightly wound
paperthin heads poke through
the fertile ground of being
seeking sunlight with an instinct
born in ancient swirling cosmos,
dancing to the songs of angels,
stretching their faces to the heavens,
singing and praying “Adoramus Te.”

]]> By: Beth Patterson http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59989 Beth Patterson Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:59:40 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59989 I posted this poem, Slow Turning, last week on my blog, to the meme of 'slowly'. It's just a slow turning. Snow melt has softened my crustiness. Soil blanket is warming my heart by anticipated increments. Slowly, today or some soon sun-day I will stick my head out for a tentative look-see. In the 'hood I hear the lilac roots gossiping about the big world out there. Eager and loathe to raise my head into the madding crowd, this is for the memories of all ancestral plants. this is for the memories of cold, slow winter days. this is for coiled energy stored in my sister seeds. this is for the memories of warm, vibrant summer days. This is for the slowly turning wheel. I posted this poem, Slow Turning, last week on my blog, to the meme of ’slowly’.

It’s just a slow turning.

Snow melt has softened my crustiness.

Soil blanket is warming my heart

by anticipated increments.

Slowly, today or some soon sun-day

I will stick my head out

for a tentative look-see.

In the ‘hood

I hear the lilac roots

gossiping about the big world out there.

Eager and loathe to raise my head into the madding crowd,

this is for the memories of all ancestral plants.

this is for the memories of cold, slow winter days.

this is for coiled energy stored in my sister seeds.

this is for the memories of warm, vibrant summer days.

This is for the slowly turning wheel.

]]> By: Beth Patterson http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59988 Beth Patterson Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:56:39 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59988 I posted this poem last week on my blog, to the meme of 'slowly'. It's just a slow turning. Snow melt has softened my crustiness. Soil blanket is warming my heart by tiny, anticipated increments. Slowly, today or some soon sun-day I will stick my head out for a tentative look-see. In the 'hood I hear the lilac roots gossiping about the big world out there. Loathe and eager to raise my head into the madding crowd, this is for the memories of all ancestral plants. this is for the memories of cold, slow winter days. this is for coiled energy stored in my sister seeds. this is for the memories of warm, vibrant summer days. This is for the slowly turning wheel. I posted this poem last week on my blog, to the meme of ’slowly’.

It’s just a slow turning.

Snow melt has softened my crustiness.

Soil blanket is warming my heart

by tiny, anticipated increments.

Slowly, today or some soon sun-day

I will stick my head out

for a tentative look-see.

In the ‘hood

I hear the lilac roots

gossiping about the big world out there.

Loathe and eager to raise my head into the madding crowd,

this is for the memories of all ancestral plants.

this is for the memories of cold, slow winter days.

this is for coiled energy stored in my sister seeds.

this is for the memories of warm, vibrant summer days.

This is for the slowly turning wheel.

]]> By: Nichol http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59984 Nichol Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:00:57 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59984 ~For Steve just us 2 side by side me and you and our guide take the plunge enjoy the ride just us 2 side by side jump right in feet first or dive just us 2 side by side together, no one can break our stride just us 2 side by side till we grow old and our bums grow wide just us 2 side by side me and you and our guide. ~Nichol Newcomb ~For Steve

just us 2
side by side
me and you
and our guide
take the plunge
enjoy the ride
just us 2
side by side
jump right in
feet first or dive
just us 2
side by side
together,
no one
can break our stride
just us 2
side by side
till we grow old
and our bums grow wide
just us 2
side by side
me and you
and our guide.

~Nichol Newcomb

]]> By: Steve http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59983 Steve Thu, 05 Feb 2009 04:59:03 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59983 ~To my wife who is also my best friend Two seeds on the wind Drifting Twirling Landing Two seeds in a strange land Burrowing Huddling Hiding Two seeds take root Exploring Embracing Intertwining Two seeds begin to sprout Stretching Strengthening Protecting Two seeds share a whisper Grow old with me ~Steve Newcomb ~To my wife who is also my best friend

Two seeds on the wind
Drifting
Twirling
Landing
Two seeds in a strange land
Burrowing
Huddling
Hiding
Two seeds take root
Exploring
Embracing
Intertwining
Two seeds begin to sprout
Stretching
Strengthening
Protecting
Two seeds share a whisper
Grow old with me

~Steve Newcomb

]]> By: Sunrise Sister http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59978 Sunrise Sister Thu, 05 Feb 2009 02:35:00 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59978 Oops, so buys posting this on my site, almost forgot to come back and post it here!:) Love your poetry partys! Topsy-turvey tippy-toed dancers poised to perform their tiny ballet Hushed and still they wait the opening note and nod from their Maestro Oops, so buys posting this on my site, almost forgot to come back and post it here!:) Love your poetry partys!

Topsy-turvey tippy-toed dancers
poised to perform
their tiny ballet

Hushed and still
they wait the opening note
and nod from their Maestro

]]> By: SingingOwl http://abbeyofthearts.com/blog/2009/02/02/invitation-to-poetry-stirring-in-the-belly/comment-page-1/#comment-59973 SingingOwl Thu, 05 Feb 2009 02:12:20 +0000 http://abbeyofthearts.com/?p=1444#comment-59973 Being a warm-weather lover and living in the northland is very difficult this time of year. I wait and watch as the days, bit by bit, grow longer. It is never my best time of year, but combined with several deep uncertainties, this is worse than most. Thus, here is a gloomy poem with a tiny ray of light--pretty much how I feel these days. Thanks for the opportunity to stop and write it out! O God, The ground is crisply Cold...White...Frosted numbing ice O God, My dreams are gone Cold...Lost...Broken slippery Ice O God My world is numbing Cold...Torn...Darkly muddy ice O God, My heart is weeping Cold...Loss...Fear frigid ice Are you sleeping... absent... dead? O God of Cold and Ice…? O God, Somewhere inside, Cracked, twisted, cold, Sweet...Spark...Life Purple Hope O God I search for you, , I pray... Seek... Long For spring In me. Being a warm-weather lover and living in the northland is very difficult this time of year. I wait and watch as the days, bit by bit, grow longer. It is never my best time of year, but combined with several deep uncertainties, this is worse than most. Thus, here is a gloomy poem with a tiny ray of light–pretty much how I feel these days. Thanks for the opportunity to stop and write it out!

O God,
The ground is crisply
Cold…White…Frosted
numbing ice

O God,
My dreams are gone
Cold…Lost…Broken
slippery Ice

O God
My world is numbing
Cold…Torn…Darkly
muddy ice

O God,
My heart is weeping
Cold…Loss…Fear
frigid ice

Are you sleeping… absent… dead?
O God of Cold and Ice…?

O God,
Somewhere inside,
Cracked, twisted, cold,
Sweet…Spark…Life
Purple Hope

O God
I search for you, ,
I pray… Seek… Long
For spring

In me.

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