An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Dew drips off plants after the rain softly caressing the ground for more life to grow. The sun shines so gallantly each morning
Story of humanity
Humanity doesn’t A Magic Humanity starts within ourselves Some Sparks Are Unstoppable Some Fireworks are uncontrollable
A BUCKET OF RAIN….
Windy and mazy was the night…. Armed and attended walks the nature, seething in commotion…. The loud roof was singing with the fearful lightning….
Blue I am blue like the lips of the woman I fancy, like the shades of blue on her back and everywhere else. Her kisses are like some kind of energy that makes me feel good,
Lessons From My Mother
I was separated from my mother at about five years old. It was the most devastating experience in my life and to this day I am still processing it emotionally and working through the resulting traumatized parts of my personality. I am blessed that she still had an occasional presence in my childhood and that we were able to fully reconnect later in life, knowing without a doubt that her love for me is stronger than anything I could ask for. Still, the damage was already done. I had already been removed from the most important person in my life for reasons I was too young to comprehend. The only thing I could do to survive it was internalize the responsibility of staying in the custody of my new caregivers so I wouldn't be displaced again. This meant that I would learn to be afraid of embracing my own autonomy and speaking my truth. I wouldn't understand the power and necessity of boundaries and authenticity for years while seeking protection and love from family, friends, romantic partners; pretty much everyone but myself. This only fostered deep-seated resentment and exhaustion. I would witness the other women and girls in my life retell this same story with their constant masking, self-sacrificing and co-dependancy as they settled on a fraction of the love and life they sought. I have been carrying generations of hefty feelings for not only myself, but every feminine person who impacted my life. While it's socially expected that women and femmes be "emotional" there are still limitations on appropriate ways to express ourselves. Our anger is too loud. Sadness is too heavy. Pain is unattractive. Our ugly, weighty emotions are unladylike to other people and shame is often encouraged to keep us in check. Nature does not share these same principles. Nature is both gentle and ruthless. She is dark caverns and bright snow, rotted wood and blossomed flora. She is raging flames and calm waves, shifty sand and stable mountains. She is the only entity that showed me the shamelessness in being a mess as well as how to come back from it. She has taught me how to be destroyed with grace, and to resurrect myself from the fallout; how to let go and regrow. Most importantly, she has taught me how to advocate for myself when others feel entitled to what I am gifted to share. Nature embodies the duality of life in a way many of us have been conditioned to repress or feel negatively towards, and does so without remorse. She inspires me to be the mother for myself that I needed most in those critical self-developmental moments. I have written a poem to showcase some of the most important lessons I have learned from observing nature from the perspective of a mother talking to a child. This is "Lessons From My Mother":
Women at darkness in my homeland
زن کیست زن یعنی سکوت ابدی زن یعنی درد و غم تاریکی سیاه ، یعنی یک بار از بدبختی را انتقال دادن زن یعنی نسل فراموش شدی از تاریخ وطنم
Spoken like a true artist, blindness in colour seems only a hurdle to overcome. But what troubles befall a man who sees only in shards? To recognise moments as they come but never in ones memory.
One day I'm a ruby in a sunset sky One day I'm the sapphire dancing in the sea One day I am the sun, as yellow as can be One day I'm the gold as innocent as you
You and Me
"Peace, Peace." She sings light from above, holy white and clouds of gold, love shining through speckled corners of the sky,
There's a river by the meadow in the valley on the trail And we stopped and smelt the rain there as it fell upon the dale
I remember you mom, at all the Ocean’s deepest emotions. Or at all the happiest times, like being over the clouds. I remember your, nurturing and protectiveness, like the plants and trees.
I always found myself beside the fire. Worshipped dragons for their mastery of this devastating force. Protected others at such cost