Full Moon Poetry: Two Hearts, One Prompt
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This space is dedicated to the magic of poetry. A collaboration between two inspired writers, wanting to dive into the art of writing poetry.
Every month, around the full moon, Carla and Danielle will each share a poem inspired by the same prompt for that month. Prompts are written and chosen by Danielle and Carla as well.
This Month's Prompt: Childhood Reflections
"When I was a kid..."
As June's Strawberry Moon ripens with abundance, we gather memories like sweet fruit. What truths about ourselves do we discover when we look back at our younger selves? Two poets explore the connections between their childhood experiences and who they've become...
Danielle's Poem: The Magic I Always Knew
When I was a kid
my world wasn't filled with flowers
and bumbles bees and laughing in the rain
Instead I had lava to jump over, angry voices to tip toe around,
and emotions to keep caged
I longed for the days when my voice would
carry itself freely in the winds of witnessed spaces
For years, I worked on my voice
I became intelligent
I became kind
Little did I know, it was all soul direction
This was my young life's mission
This is my Life's mission
To travel the world and listen to stories
To protect the voices of the earth's soul
To work with the magic that sits in my hands
When I was a kid, I knew that I held magic
I just didn't imagine how it could be this real
Carla's Poem: Proof of Living
Last week i helped move a fallen tree
We moved it from one house to the truck
The truck to the burn pile
And when i was done I looked down at my arms
I was bleeding
Scrapes all up my arms from the branches
Weird
It made me happy
Not because it hurt
It reminded me of when i was a kid
Except i dont really remember that as a kid
Sure i have photos where there's hot pink bandaids on my legs and arms
I remember playing outside
Running around with reckless abandon
As kids do
I was happy I think
But this feeling, looking down at the scrapes on my arms
Reminded me of being fully alive
Of that insatiable awe and wonder and play as a kid
The space of being outside all day
Doing "work" that felt good
That moved my body
That left "proof" of living on my arms
Made me feel like i was a kid
Like i was living
Which poet's journey resonated with you? Let us know in the comments or share your own experience with childhood memories that shaped who you are today. Join us next full moon for a new prompt and two new poetic explorations.
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