when we meet

fury? courage? no, a fierceness 
of being. simmering power. 

awake in a way 
that we are taught not.

shimmering imagination
and exquisite empathy.

direct connection to the deep
oceans, underground and secret,

that support this simple verse
floating on the surface.

We arrive to ourselves
just as the shock 

ripples true love
fireworks

through the mistaken skies
of beliefs that have kept us 

alone
not lonely.

It’s open mic night–er, open link night over at dversepoets. Mish offered “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost, piercing me to the core. Happy October, luscious full moon.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

28 thoughts on “when we meet”

  1. Beautiful, Victoria. The very last thing I saw last night before toddling off to bed was that lush, brilliant moon, staring me in the face through the window.

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    1. Thanks for commenting, Grace. My firewall wouldn’t allow me to comment on your dverse poem, and I wanted to rave over these powerful lines “swollen with moonlit tears her eyes reflect solitude of woods” and the resolute “welding her words to burn at every dawn.”

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  2. These lines speak to me,
    “through the mistaken skies
    of beliefs that have kept us
    alone”
    We can feel so disconnected from each other and the world around us. Love can lead the way back to connection.

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  3. I too love your poem of awakening self-awareness and the phrase ‘a fierceness of being’. I also love the fluidity of the lines:
    ‘direct connection to the deep
    oceans, underground and secret,
    that support this simple verse
    floating on the surface.’

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  4. I feel this conveys that the depth of our connections is limitless. There is so much we still do not know….of time, space, universe, nature and especially ourselves.

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  5. In our Hinduism it is a belief that whosoever we meet or have connection with is because of our past life deeds/karma. We come together to fulfill what was left there in past lives or sometimes to end it all, so both can move forward ahead.

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    1. Thanks, Björn. Glad you commented, so I can reply (wordpress this week wouldn’t allow me to comment on half of the dversepoet offerings. Yours was spectacularly spooky and I think “he robes himself in black
      and scratching on your windowsill,
      this night of his” says it all in your wonderful poem.

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