Old Mother
Old MotherI remember when motherhood Changed into cronehoodAnd the sap quit flowing–The caring for others stoppedAnd I thought you selfish, … Continue reading Old Mother
Author: barb j beyers
Retired RN/Women's Advocate.
Poet, artist, nature lover, seeker
NW EU, Spain, Native Am, Scotland
Her Wind Breathes Me
Her Wind Breathes MeEarth is reclaiming meLittle by littleThe fabric of my bodyIs being woven with HersLife is much simpler … Continue reading Her Wind Breathes Me
The Eye of the Beholder
The Eye of the BeholderOnly stillness matters, now.I have 6 decades of noiseTucked into every crevice Of my beingNothing more … Continue reading The Eye of the Beholder
Dia de los Muertos
Dia de los Muertos The veil is thin nowI can feel my relativesHear their whisperingTio I hear youThe auntie we … Continue reading Dia de los Muertos
Cronehood
Who is a Crone?She is Nature personifiedRoots reaching to HellLimbs reaching to HeavenShe has brought life into being–birthShe has ushered … Continue reading Cronehood
Witchy Women Crones
Witchy Women CronesWhen there is frost on your pumpkinAnd an owl in your treeAnd herbs in your pocketAnd the moon … Continue reading Witchy Women Crones
Strawberry Tree
There will never be global peaceWe will never all be ripe enoughMature enoughAwake enough …togetherThe arduous journey to ripening To … Continue reading Strawberry Tree
Path of the seeker
My journeyIs the path of The SeekerIt was given to me at age 8When I could not reconcileOr balance good … Continue reading Path of the seeker
Sacred Autonomy
Life is sacredAliveness is sacredI oppose warI oppose violenceI oppose rapeI oppose the defilement Of the fleshAgainst one’s willI care … Continue reading Sacred Autonomy
Let the Heart Bellow
Always in my heart…Somehow the more still my mindThe more intense my emotionsAs if–when the mind is quietedThe heart can … Continue reading Let the Heart Bellow
Monday Morning Awe
Monday Morning AweOh the beautyMy heart achesAs it expandsTo let the loveliness inI gasp for more airTears tickle my eyesThe … Continue reading Monday Morning Awe
Deep Grief
I dive deep into griefDeeper and darkerI am writhing in painSobbing and rockingThis is what grief wantsTo gut–eviserateTo overwhelm with … Continue reading Deep Grief
Aged
AgedI have not aged Like fine wine–protected in an oak barrelOr a cultured cheese–aged in a cool damp caveI have … Continue reading Aged
Birthright
BIRTHRIGHTIt’s not politicalIt’s personalMy body is personal–I need clean air, water, foodI need compassion and respectI need health and safetyI … Continue reading Birthright
Awakened Kiss
When the illusion of time collapsesAnd there is only this momentNothing to the left of youNothing to the rightNothing in … Continue reading Awakened Kiss
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