Ranch Poem – “Féinics”

3/2/16

Féinics

She is a Woman.
She is going to make a difference.
She will meet every goal and always create new ones.
She put in the hard work early, did her research,
and won’t be held back by immature thinking or insecurity.
She is grabbing hold of the new opportunity for women,
while representing in a way that will encourage further progress towards equality.
She is capable of anything when she is determined.
She won’t let social norms or pop culture or anyone tell her how she is supposed to think or feel.
She is a responsible healer exploring the cures and techniques from any hemisphere.
She will act with love towards everyone no matter what.
She knows she could not have found wisdom without the mistakes along the way.
She will live where the weather suits her and will travel to share space with the ones she loves.
She will not be a possession but won’t isolate herself.
She will bring people together and be a leader
who will guide them and lift them up with unbridled compassion.
She will always understand and cultivate her mind and body.
She will love the world unconditionally.
She will love other people unconditionally.
She will love herself unconditionally.
She will rise from every fire anew.
Like the féinics, she will rise.

RwmG

 

Ranch Poem – “Wild Seclusion” / “Before Noon”

6/22/14

“Before Noon”

An overdue entrance to a bed
where your old dorm blanket
and hand puppet stuffed hippo
serve as comfortable reminders
of days lived and time served.
Sometimes you share half
with a seed quartz crystal
others with a steadfast woman,
both heal with magic and mystery.
The sunlight plays on rock and iris,
as it fails to rouse you before noon.

RwmG

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6/22/14

“Wild Seclusion”

I wanna live where the wind blows
through open windows onto lace curtains.
Where red lipstick stained glasses,
napkins and shirt collars lay.
Where beauty shapes every nook and
cranny and long hallway and high ceiling.
Ceilings so sloped and wonderfully high,
I can hear all of my cries and laughs at once.
Where we can stomp and swing dance and
slamdance and slide across rosewood floors
on wool socks we knit together. With the city
full of sounds, action, and the people we love
surrounding the elevated front porch and
a backyard of willows and crickets beneath
a silent and star soaked sky,
miles away in wild seclusion.

RwmG

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