BEEZEE

BEEZEE Aug 9

It will not matter
whether we tend
the green stem of her care
or lose her hand in the dark.

The eternal mother moves among us—
in friends, in kin,
in any soul who shelters another.

All who hold her spirit
become one’s mother.
I will mother myself,
I will mother a friend.

Mother-Less
is Mother still.

#motherhood #motherless #nurture #healing #self #love #friendship #connection #loss #feminine

Aug 8

eliana

Inside/Outside

Standing amidst wildfire,
I am simply an ember.
Not the flame,
Not the smoky haze,
But such inside.

Standing amidst blizzards,
I am simply a flake.
Not the wind,
Not the frigid air,
But such inside.

Standing amidst earthquakes,
I am simply a pebble.
Not the rocks,
Not the fervent shake,
But such inside.

Standing amidst this life,
I am simply a viewer.
Not the praised,
Not the powerful voice,
But such inside.

Standing amidst myself,
I still prevail.
Not the weak,
Not the failing girl,
But such outside.

This poem is from the point of view of an introvert. Those who don't know her think that she is weak for being so quiet, but they don't know that she has big ideas, big plans, and big dreams. She has power in her, and she is waiting to put it on display outside.

BEEZEE Aug 8

Seasons Beneath the Skin

My psyche’s manor,
candle-lit,
snow-capped hills,
gated in
against a fire
roaring in.

The wise old woman
waits and sits;
she speaks of safety,
preserving peace.

Unconscious contents
shake bronze gates,
so seasons change
beneath the skin.

In a white, vast court
where silence lives,
I’m safe for now —
but this I know:

that my Unknown
will come to Known.

Before the spring,
beneath my snow,
the grass of Me
begins to grow.

This piece is part of my Dreams series. Encounters with the wounded inner masculine and the wise old woman.
A glimpse of my individuation at work.

#dreams #unconscious #individuation #jungian #wise #old #woman #wounded #masculine #snow

BEEZEE Aug 7

Quarry of the Mind

Anxiety, do you think you love me?
Oh mind, do you want to be my friend?

A lonely stone in the full quarry
No chance that it will begin to swim

Shadow girl, with your many faces
With every ash you take to sin

Big voiced tropes steady unfolded
A fear to never tell again

#innerdialogue #lonelyheart #silentstruggle #hiddentruths #unspokenpain #surrealpoetry #personifiedmind

BEEZEE Jul 29

Beezee in the Rain

It’s rained.
Crawdads swept up on the street.
I chase them down with small bare-feet.
Across the street, there rises steam.
The neighbor makes hot oysters sing.
Carolina, is still that child—
She’s in my heart, she’s roaming free.
No need to brush your hair, little Bee.
I like it stringy.
I like black feet.
The story here is one of Me.
It’s where I copped the name “Beezee”
Where I road bikes and scraped my knees.
I ducked and dived and climbed up trees.
It’s forever and a day so sweet.
Nostalgia is my favorite street.

Messy hair, black feet, no shame.

#childhoodmemories #nostalgia #barefootdreams #memorylane #southernroots #poetryofme #roamingfree #comingofage #girlhood #backyardpoetry