"solita" poems
Samhain's Eve With Friends
The Lady's light is ripe and full and orange
so heavy the sky can scarce bear her up
as I tread slowly tap tap my staff clicks
my feet in their hurry crush sweet maple and acrid fir underfoot
and the early evening mist grasps at bare tree limbs like heart broken suiters
It's an early celabration Samhain Eve
No Matter
tis me alone and of course The Lady
Slowly I find my stone grove and rest a bit ... price of a Crone
No musicians tonight
Ah the tape will do well enough
No Sisters tonight
too far to come obligations trick or treat ...
No Matter
Circle swept and Caste,Quarters called
next all in turn music soft but building
insence sweet shrouds me
Fire my element crackles and spits with blessed heat
Time to steppe the Circle
This Dance I know so well
This Dance I have taught and danced and dreamt it always
Eyes Closed Cleansing Breathe
Bells on wrist and ankles chime
Now swaying stepping Luna's great course across the sky
once this way next reverse
slowly gently all recedes
there is nothing now but
me and She
She Morghanna Isis Gaia Mother Maiden Crone
My Lady
The flute is faint and hard to hear now
but the drum is strong heartbeat strong slow and deep
suddenly there are voices far yet whysper close
so soft full of laughter and secrets
..ghostly hands Sisters past, lost to me and spirits new entwine with mine and voices long forgotten soar
So Sweet
and my feet so clumsy and slow seem to fly and I hear the flute in the chime of Her laughter
She Has Come
Welcome My Lady
I hear nothing now but the drum and the rush of the wind through my hair
The Drum The Sisters The Fire
and My Lady
Suddenly my step slows no longer is it sure
aware of the stones beaneath and my hand blest but a moment ago now feels the loss of my Sisters grasp
but we are never far from one another
no matter the side of the veil
I tire and stop
the night has waned
the tape has stopped..when I cant recall
Never Mind
Close the quarters with thanks
Sever the Circle
Douse the smudge
and
Thank The Lady for a
Samhain's Eve , with friends
Solita Arcanes ShadoeWalker 31/10/10
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
But I'm Not Bitter
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a dark and dreary day ( I know its Tripe but today it is true )
rain makes me sour and truly an old crone
My skin is too tight and my bones are not nimble but stiff and useless
Stairs are insurmountable and the phone seems too far away for the effort
I no longer try to be pleasant and am left alone
but for my furry mob who can care less my bad mood
my desk chair is surrounded now with hot water bottles
electrical pads and nuke em packs and of course pill bottles
the detritus of pain
It is now a companion old and well known to me
I am told ever "Its age my Dear, Just live with it
I am told "It's all in your mind there's no pain at all"
I am told :Push through it and endure don't acknowledge it ignore it"
When will it leave ? at death ? What a thought to have to drag it with me at the end.
I curse his name
His Family
His Heritage
His Intellect
His Temper
His one action one blow in fury his one tantrum ...
And the sentence is life ...for me
I wonder ..If I saw him could I strike back?
I know there is no forgiveness no saint like pity or absolution
Every time I hit the ground in a seizure he has hit me again
Everyday I cannot climb the stairs in my own home He has thrown me once again through the window and I fall the 6 floors again
Stop holding on to it you'll never get any better ... And I try ..I really do ...
Then the seizures come or I cannot do a simple household task
or I must once more tell a friend I cannot meet them for tea (a selfish luxury)
You know I bet he has not thought of me in years ..but his actions govern what I can do every day of my Life
But I am not Bitter
Solita -2006
Author's Location: Toronto, Ontario
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Harken My Daughters
by Solitaire Archer
Harken My Daughters I bid listen to me
And as I say these Words So Mote it be
Teach her from now till time is forgot
Teach her broom and teach her ***
Teach now no reason to hide
Teach her scents and times and tides
Teach her hues and Teach her to bide
Teach her Moons and teach her flowers
Teach her herbs and to keepsafe Our bower
Teach her Air and Water and Fire
Teach her Oak and Teach her lyre
No buildings of Stone No meter high Towers
Let her Dance in the Snow and Dance in the Showers
Hark to me my Daughters dear Teach her so she has naught to fear
Show her Signs and cards and runes
Teach to her to call down the Moon
Teach her Sight and Teach her Bane
Teach her to invoke my Name
in my Place too- call down the Power
In our Circles or in our Bowers
As I have taught now you must too
Pass it forward your line ensue
Daughter to daughter your line in Light
for this moment forward as far as Sight
Witch follows Witch for eternitys Flight
Daughter to Daugther gives Power and Might
Harken My Daughters Listen me
Child go live it
So Mote It Be
These are my words, This is my way.
Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
The Question
It happened again..a throw away question really these days ...
What Path is yours?
At once the rote rose in my throat ....
Witch Wiccan Solitary Electic and I stopped .. dead
Its true I am all these things and more to be sure:
I chose ...
Wicca because I am tied to the beliefs the ebb and flow rebirth and renewal
Witch because the practice makes my heart fly and soul dance every scent , stone and candle
Solitary because even though I have found so many Sisters and Brothers on my way
I have no stomach or strength for politics.
Electic..ah well here my problem lay
I love the freedom choice does bring
ButI am also a teacher...
I love the A B C's and 1 2 3's I love to do an intricate ritual from begining to end and feel the soft touch of the past as each step taken I understand that this dance has been stepped before decades past
It brings me great joy and comfort to know the dance I dance and the Names I use have been on the sweet breath of those who have gone before me.
So Tradition has a part on my Path after all ....:)
So who am I
I am Air and Earth Fire and Water
I am Past and Future
I am Mother and Babe
I am New and I am Aged beyond all Time
Come Join me in the Dance of the Circle
Teach me your Ways and I will share mine
Together we will Honour our sweet Lady with our gifts and talents
and we will know Joy in the Journey
I am
Solita Shadoewalker
These are my Words and this is my Way
@Copywrite-2006
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
This Morning
I woke this morning to a beautiful dawn, the dew wet grass shining in the already bright sun
The Lady has blessed me once more
My tumblers run and dart, spin and frolic my private acrobats
Soft sweet calls and ankle swarms and my large cattle dog gently but with insistence herding me into the kitchen and my duties,
My Eastern altar is glowing with the suns rising
and wrapped 'round with the grasses and flowers of summer
Incense rises and the candle flickers as I ask for Her protection for these... my wandering one's today
The kettle's boiled and the day's tea is made and blessed and seven dishes filled and emptied.
The sun fully risen now and the house stirs family sounds as heavy steps wander above and radio plays softly
Round me now still piles of soft satin slick fur breathing soft and deep
noses all counted and accounted for
bellies rubbed and ears all tickled
7 foreheads softly touched and charmed
and all are safe and sound this day in our Lady's care.
I wander the garden now caressing those blooms that require some extra essence,
All that's needed is water and sun and love
through each touch comes life and will and care and thus the wheel turns and the garden thrives
Lilac, Lily and Rose and Ivy abounds and the garden thrives
I walk now from the front to the back door carefully sweeping
my chants softly sung
and the smudge bundle of sage and roses lit and smoking
salt scattered and swept and once more my small realm is safe
My Lady guard this house and all who dwell and those who would stay
I trust my most valued Companions are in your keeping
My Family My life are in your keeping.
I celebrate my life withing your Circle and my Joy within your keeping
All of this and things unspoken Joy and Light and Love
My Lady, Bless me.
Solita -2007
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
The Fire Witch, Poet and Fool
by Doyenne Arcannes Solace
Now is the season of ice and fire
Indigo skies and glass tipped trees
I am the fire witch Poet and fool
Come dance tonight with me
Gray shadow skies and cold rainy dawns
Changeable as time and unchanging as stone
I am the fire witch Poet and fool
Come sing my song with me
I dance the fire and step on the smoke
I whirl and spin and step on the beats
heart beats blood beat
I am the fire witch
Poet and fool
Now is my time
This is my Power
The Fire Witch croons the Call
No one here but She and me
The Lady
the
Poet
and
Fool
and She watches the fire witch dance
No Rite or Circle but love alone
I am the fire witch
Poet
and
fool
Solita 2010
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Mi amada Daisy
Ya no tengo quien me avise cuando hay alguien en la puerta
Quien se acurruque en mi panza cuando estoy triste
Quien me vea preocupada cuando estoy enferma
Quien duerma junto a mí en la cama, tapada de pies a cabeza
Era el paraíso despertar con un bultito tan bello y calientito
Mi chiquitita, my tiny
Tan fría que querías parecer, pero cuánto me querías
Todo el día pegada a mí, todo el día en mis piernas
Corrías a sentarte en el tapete para acompañarme hasta en el baño
Sabías perfectamente cuando me iba a ir de viaje
Te subías a mi maleta, y escuchaba tus lloridos desde la puerta
Mi vaquita, mi chilpetina
Ya no tengo quien me despierte en la mañana para ir al baño
Jamás te hiciste en la cama, ladrabas para que te bajara y te abriera
Ladrabas y corrías a tu platito de agua cuando querías agua
O frente a tu platito de comida exigiendo que era hora de comer
Solita lo aprendiste, "Such a smart puppy!"
Mi tinky winky, my ****** twinkle
Ya no tengo a quien soplarle en la carita
Y que como respuesta me llene de besos
No tengo con quien batallar para que coma
Ni a quien ponerle tus vestiditos todos chiquitos
A quien observar, morir de amor, e inevitablemente llenar de besos
Mi bébe, my puppy
Eras tan fuerte que jamás te quejaste de nada
Ni siquiera cuando tus pequeños riñones empezaron a fallar
Siempre estuviste alegre, moviendo tu colita
Excepto en tus últimos días, apagada
Sabías que ya habías cumplido tu misión, que ya era hora
Mi preciosura
GRACIAS por quererme, por hacerme feliz con sólo verte
GRACIAS por cuidarme, por absorber mis males y tristezas
GRACIAS por esperar a que llegara para irte
GRACIAS por ser fuerte cuando tu cuerpo más débil estaba, para poder decirnos adiós estando juntas, en casa
GRACIAS por escogerme como mamá
Mi florecita bella
Fuiste la mejor y más hermosa perrita del Universo
Tenerte fue lo mejor que me pudo haber pasado
¡Qué bonito habernos encontrado en esta vida!
No sabes lo inmensamente feliz que me hiciste
Te amo tanto y lo sabes, porque te lo decía cada 3 segundos
Mi pequeña angelita hermosa
Nos quedamos dormidas abrazadas, y viste el momento
Amaneciste aún abrazada a mi brazo, pegada a mi pecho
Con una carita feliz, llena de paz... pero ya en el arcoiris
Ya no tengo quien haga todas esas cosas aquí
Pero en todas partes te veo, y escucho tus ladriditos tan bellos
Te guardo en mi corazón mientras me esperas en el arcoiris
Jugando, corriendo, observándome y cuidándome
Espérame ahí, hasta que sea hora de que vaya a recogerte
I love you forever, my tiny
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
The first time I saw her ,She was dancing in the fire
flickering with the pipes, naked feet stepping on the drum beats
Glorious and free wild and unconfined
The next time we met the frost coated the trees
She was mist wrapped and the snow sparkled in her fiery hair
and softly She crooned the Quarters gentle She called us to worship
Then Spring
Life bursting yellow and white ribbons twisted through glossy tresses
Harp and drum flute and horn
Myrrh and Rose and Jade She comes we follow
and now Fall the time of sleep of sleeping death
the fire is high the Sisters here and we wait
Flute cries and lyre weeps yet the drum pulls calls stronger and more insistence
She comes robed in orange and brown mustard and wine
Slowly pacing the course of Sol then Luna's track returns
Tall and Regal, Cool and Controlled
She walked to the fire and smiled, holding out Her hands
She calls us to Dance
Singing ballads, new and old cooing, humming or merely swaying
The first time I saw Her she was Dancing in the Fire
Solita Arcanes
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
IN THIS SPACE AND AT THIS HOUR
by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker
In This Place And At This Hour
In this place and at this hour Sisters gather to Call the Power
Winds will rise and lightning crack
We pace the Circle fore and then step aft
Luna's path we steppe then Sol's retrack
Circle once and then return
My Lady we have much to learn
Winds will blow and Earth will flower
Fire will burn and Water shower
This rite complete come rising Sun
Lady here thy will shall be done
In this place and at this hour
Lady keeps this Sacred bower
These are my Words This is my Way
Blessed Be
Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker 2012
•❤• Wiccan Blessings Bright and True from this Old Witch straight on To YOU!!~•❤•~
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
The candle is lit and the house slumbers as
I turn the pages of this most personal tome it is not magik but memory
that urges the turning.
From the Oh so careful initial lines of a Very young woman beginning her search
with every I dotted and T crossed
every day logged and noted .To the busier
days of finding teachers and noting the questions that HAD to have answers.
With accolade's that came when at last I was asked to lead and the tears and uncertainty when the time had come to leave.
The wonder and renewal that comes with teaching and the pride as my students stand on their own and go forward.
Too the life moments when my attention was scattered a parents passing the ending of a marriage
Every drop of candle wax and oil stained sheet recalls vivid memories and tears and laughter.
My Book is not as pretty as I once thought it would be ,
But I met My Lady in its pages and for that I will every be grateful.
Solita Shadoewalker
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
These I Call
I reach, my feet toes digging into
the soft damp earth
this is the power of Body,
clay and sand and rock
this is the Grounding Point
This is the point of Calm of Rest
I Call North
I entreat the Earth
I acknowledge the Power of My Body
I throw my hands high reaching, yearning
the wind wends my skirt round my staff in Freedom
This is the point of Reason
This is Zephyr and Breeze and Gale
I call East
I entreat The Air
I acknowledge the Power of My Mind
Now I pull my Power
from deep in my core
call and play until it dances over my fingers
This is the point of healing Fire
This is the Power of My Actions
The crack of lightning and the snap of Fire
I call South
I Entreat Fire
I Acknowledge the Power of My Actions
Now I flow in not out
engulfed, enfolded warm and safe
as the day before breath
This is the point of Feeling of
comfort both given and received
I call West
I entreat Water
I Acknowledge the Power of My Feelings
Upward pulled with Luna Joined
With Sky and Moon I am rapt in a star filled bowl
This is the place of Consciousness
I Call a Sacred Place
This is Galaxy, Moon, and Stars
I call Up
I Entreat The Cosmos
I acknowledge The Power of my Consciousness
Through my mind and my core
Through that which makes me Witch
Through legs into Earth
Through crust and deeper yet
Slower it steadies and my heartbeat slows ,
and matches that which sustains us
I Call Down
I entreat The Core , This Sacred Place
I Acknowledge The Greater Life and Web of all Being
Mother Earth
From within now come Soul Spirit
Essence of Life
This is where My Lady waits
Goddess , Ancestors , Guides and Companions
I Call The Center
I Entreat The Spirit
I Acknowledge the inner ways and song and dance
Visions Quests and Dream Times
and Shadoewalkers
These I Entreat and Invite
These I Honor and would learn from
These are gifts to me
from My Sweet Lady
Among these I will wait
In this Sacred Place
Solita@2008
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
There is a thief who lives with me
A thief that steals constantly
He steals my sleep my time and my peace
He saps my strength and shortens my reach
There is a thief who lives with me
He steals my hope and shortens my days
He runs his hands along my spine clenching and twisting and he smiles
His reach extends from my spine to my eyes locking me in his vice
He wraps my mind in his dull red haze and he makes me stupid and vile
There is a thief who lives with me
We battle every day every hour waking sleeping
There is no time when he is not a constant companion
He keeps me spinning in bed searching for a place of rest
Every hour it is He that controls my work and my play
There is a thief who lives with me
I try to seal my world from him
I stuff the cracks and bar the doors
Dark the windows and stopper the gates
He finds me no matter
There is a thief who lives with me
But he knows me well, this thief of mine and soon he's found the cracks
The chinks in my Armour he knows so well and soon his art he racks
There is a thief who lives with me a companion old and wearisome
There!! You see he comes stealing minutes and hours
My thief of days
My Pain
Solita _2007
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
But I'm Not Bitter
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a dark and dreary day ( I know its Tripe but today it is true )
rain makes me sour and truly an old crone
My skin is too tight and my bones are not nimble but stiff and useless
Stairs are insurmountable and the phone seems too far away for the effort
I no longer try to be pleasant and am left alone
but for my furry mob who can care less my bad mood
my desk chair is surrounded now with hot water bottles
electrical pads and nuke em packs and of course pill bottles
the detritus of pain
It is now a companion old and well known to me
I am told ever "Its age my Dear, Just live with it
I am told "It's all in your mind there's no pain at all"
I am told :Push through it and endure don't acknowledge it ignore it"
When will it leave ? at death ? What a thought to have to drag it with me at the end.
I curse his name
His Family
His Heritage
His Intellect
His Temper
His one action one blow in fury his one tantrum ...
And the sentence is life ...for me
I wonder ..If I saw him could I strike back?
I know there is no forgiveness no saint like pity or absolution
Every time I hit the ground in a seizure he has hit me again
Everyday I cannot climb the stairs in my own home He has thrown me once again through the window and I fall the 6 floors again
Stop holding on to it you'll never get any better ... And I try ..I really do ...
Then the seizures come or I cannot do a simple household task
or I must once more tell a friend I cannot meet them for tea (a selfish luxury)
You know I bet he has not thought of me in years ..but his actions govern what I can do every day of my Life
But I am not Bitter
Solita -2006
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
FIRST ONES
She sits by the fire and stirs her ***
the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight
for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time
The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life
and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead
There is no Rede or three by three here
no shiny wands or talismans
she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared
but she lives her life alone
She was the beginning
a first footer here
seeking only to serve
little profit is found outside of the town
What would she thinks of our books and our Rede
She who never learned to read
Was She more or less then I?
Did She seek to lead?
Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads
or shake her head and turn to leave
I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee
Solita - 2007
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
Looking out my window I see signs of spring
the small green blades that signal winters end
I should be rejoicing but I sit here in sullen silence
The birdsong is clear and joyous in the the yet cold air
and the last of the ash coloured snow melts its way down through the grate
but once more I sit here wrapped in self pity
My small companions tumble and spin at my feet they are great stalkers
and most wondrous tumblers
But here I sit cataloging my fears, my pains and trespasses
Suddenly there is a soft light that enfolds
I close my eyes for I know my Lady has come
Her soft voice asks "why do you forge such a burden child?"
"I forge Lady? looking up to Her " I don't understand. These hurts have been done to me they are not my transgressions not a burden to forge to carry, "
She smiled and gathered all my hurts into her lap and slowly one by one she drops them "
"These are indeed hurts against you and you keep them well polished with constant care and attention,
why hold them close they have done their work why hold them any longer?"
and She dropped them one by one and as She dropped them they shimmered and vanished.
"These things only have power from you, if you do not allow them they cannot hurt you".
"Do not give your life to those things that are in their essence harmful.
Little Sister this is a burden YOU make by your choice
" I bid you begin another chain one of joy and contentment of generosity of time and of sharing. you will find your burden much lighter and will find there will be many more that would share your burden .
And just as suddenly as She came the light faded though I was warm still
My choice .. of course it was I had known it all along So I rise from my small chair at my window and choose...I choose to be apart of my life
I choose to share what knowledge I can with those that would seek
I will acknowledge my gifts and
I will not cherish those troubles that this turn of the wheel are mine.
I choose to participate
I choose to acknowledge
I choose to celebrate
I chose ... to Live
My Lady I thank You
With no berating... no sin or damnation once more I am on my Path
I am so blessed in Her light
Solita -2007
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Power Enfolds
Its dark now and the silver light of Luna coats everything with a gilt edge
the air is cool , not yet summer warm and it softly bites my skin,
Still shy after all this time aware of the marks of time
not vanity really ... but the awareness of being a Crone now
Slowly/quickly the shush as silken robes fall to the ground with shy smiles
and giggles of proud young Sisters skyclad for the first time
Softly The Lady's Maiden calls us to the Circle
Brushed/Caste and Invited all the same as decades gone past
Hands clasped laughter replaced with solemn purpose
The drum beats to keep time the heartbeat, , , the Mothers heart
Candles shimmer drums throbs a warm breath .... She is here now ...with us
The Lady's Maiden smiles and our steps now fly
Smiles and hands now entwined ... The Power Enfolds
Voices now calling chants old and ancient beyond time
Luna's silver light enfolds, encloses and energizes
Now we dance on the drumbeats
Blue smoke sends our chants spinning high
Firelight flickers blue and orange higher now snapping crackling
Sheer white light the sheen covers the dancers
as though we were all gilded in The Lady's light
Tresses swinging braided , twisted , oiled and unbound crowns
Halos of colour and curls ... clouds of shimmering tresses
Our only cloaks floating now swinging in time
And the drum slows
and the fire dies
and at once all the dancers feel the cool night air
Soft voiced the Lady's Maiden gives our thanks and dismisses the corners
and the Circle is severed and time again begins
Quietly robes are once more worn and voices rise "Do you need a ride?"
And everyday life has resumes though the air is redolent with power
Sisters glowing with power called down, soft and gentle smiles
show that The Lady's soft touch...has blessed us all
The Maiden greets and blesses each Sister
a few quiet words and the soft touching of hands
fingers softly entwin and eyes dark with Power and Secrets
This has been a Ritual a Calling a Rejoicing Reaffirmation
And we are once more connected Sisters, Elders, Teacher, Mentors
Woman all .. Sisters all.. in The Lady's Light we are once more one
Solita Shadoewalker - 2007@Copywrite
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
When did my world become so small?
Mine..
Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn
When did it become day to day and dose to dose?
And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness
When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant?
It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow
and before I knew it the Pain was master here
Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me
Pain now rules all I do
In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl
So attractive my dear
I don't remember that he asked to stay
He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine
My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night
No comfort there no respite no calm
He controls my temper and the Joy in life
My family long have given up
How long can anyone really listen after all?
So now He is visitor no longer
He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back
He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest
I am sure I would have fought Him off
if He had only not been a coward ,
to sneak up on me like that
Solita-2007
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
mio caro amore
** deciso che i tempi dello scrivere sotto sedativi sono tornati quindi poggia la testa al sedile, chiudi gli occhi e goditi la corsa.
I:
** messo la testa fuori dalla finestra nella speranza di riempire i miei polmoni di aria gelida ma tutto ciò che ** visto è la solita strada con il solito alienante senso di vuoto che solo un paesino del Sud può regalare. quando ** detto che i vicini di casa mi spaventano non stavo dicendo una bugia: aspetto ancora che qualcuno ammazzi qualcuno sulla mia strada, probabilmente perché un paio di anni fa quello sarebbe dovuto essere il mio destino.
II:
chissà se le persone hanno capito che le mie domande non hanno un doppio fine ma semplicemente ** una vera e propria dipendenza da informazioni, devo avere tutto perfettamente chiaro e perfettamente illuminato, altrimenti perdo il controllo e divento ossessiva finché il tutto non si chiarisce.
III;
penso alle ninfee, alle ranocchie, agli stagni putridi in cui riposano ossa. ogni Monet occulta un cadavere.
IV;
le tue mani sono molto belle e non mi importa se ti mangi le pellicine e non mi importa se le rovini col cemento finché le usi anche per costruìre imperi sulla mia schiena, palazzi con i miei capelli intrecciati.
V:
sono le 02:02 e il mondo non è bello ma almeno è silenzioso.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
If I Need You.
"Call me if you need me *** It was the sign off of an old friend
When I need you? When I can't sleep and the house screams it's silence?
When I need you? When my food tastes like ashes and is not worthwhile making?
When I need you? When a snapshot snatches my breathe away and I can no longer breathe?
When I need you? When I cannot stop crying long enough to get out of the shower?
When I need you? When the days run one into the other with no meaning?
When I need you? When the day is dark no matter the time and the world stops turning?
But I am the strong one , confidante and funny .I am the fixer and mother .. teacher
When I need you? Every day Every Hour Every moment....When I need you?
I am past asking now, I can wear the mask easily now, No one realizes ...
Don't worries I'll call I answered as I hung up the phone and watched my hand tremble
When I need you? Oh Lady I need you my friend and I am sorry I cannot let you know
When I need you
Solita Arcanes
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
Y yo se Que no me vas a comprehender
Pero como te digo que te amo
Los días pasan y—
“Oh hey! Yeah ofc this seats open”
Tus ojos tan perfectos
“I didn’t expect to see you…since you’re always busy”
¿Pensaste en mi?
“You’re such a caring friend, you really didn’t have too”
I like you…where I wanna tell you
Pero Nunca vas a saber
Tantas horas pensando que existe la posibilidad de que me ames
But you’re just a friend
“Let me get snack, you want anything?”
“You don’t have to “
Pero haré cualquier cosa para ti
“Mari.”
“Hm?”
“What did you say”
“Oh nothing, just ok”
“But you said you’ll do anything for me…so tell me.”
Frozen in time, for once I’m at lost for words, ironic
“Since when…?”
“Since you started hanging out with that hockey girl again.”
Sonrisa tan Bonita
SÍ, te voy a decir que te amo
y tal vez no me quedó tan solita
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
I never loved you anyway !!
I never loved you anyway
You only started my heart beating
I never loved you anyway
You only hung the stars
I never loved you anyway
The sun merely rose at your command
I never loved you anyway
You only held my soul
I never loved you anyway
Your smile only blinded my senses
I never loved you anyway
You only taught me how to laugh
I never loved you anyway
Your arms only held me safe
I never loved you anyway
You only opened my souls eyes
I never loved you anyway ... So why would I miss you, Now that your gone
When I never loved you anyway
Solita 2006
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
Ever so slowly the light changes and the day begins
A quiet nudge at my knee and a soft call from the bottom of the staircase
sleep clumsy I slip slop down to the morning cold kitchen and waiting souls
Snap, radio on and kettle filled, impatient calls and ankle swarming
Hurry Hurry time for me!!
Morning incense lit in the eastern window and the can opener whirling cans round in a demons dance
one two three four all the way to seven
seven twitching tails, pacing pacing swift furred paws dancing a morning dance.
well behaved waiting turns sudden silence concentration on the morning meal
then all is done ...
with flashing eyes and laser quick dashes it is time for rolling games and sudden pounces shadow fights and sudden leaps.
Time for belly rubs and scratching ears ..and suddenly its quiet.. Small still piles of velvet fur so soft and still
The morning begins in love and light ... as blessed I am to share this turn with seven gentle souls
They have taught me to be calm to wait there is no need to rush all things in their time
love unconditional and ever forgiving
Small lives small bodies soft head butts and total trust ever the same and ever new
Eyes older then time and then kitten quick...they pounce on bed mice as the once more they bring a smile to a stoic face.
Solita -2006
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 9:13 PM UTC
quiero traerte a mi país,
y enseñarte lo que me hace feliz.
quiero llevarte a los bares bonitos
donde cantan y arman jaleo.
quiero pasar por debajo
de las pérgolas preciosas del parque
con mis manos colgando
de donde dobla tu brazo.
quiero llevarte a la iglesia
y bailar y alabar contigo.
pero lamento
que no será posible.
es solamente un sueño
que veo yo solita.
porque tú estás pensando
en tu propio paraíso
y no creo que me incluya.
si no, me lo dirías.
duele querer algo con
alguien que no desea lo mismo.
duele
ver alguien tan cerca de ti
que piensa que estás
demasiado lejos de él.
no sé cómo la gente lo hacen
cuando se enamoran
en otro país.
la mente se queja,
el corazón lamenta,
y el alma llora del dolor.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
When did my world become so small?
Mine..
Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn
When did it become day to day and dose to dose?
And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness
When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant?
It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow
and before I knew it the Pain was master here
Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me
Pain now rules all I do
In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl
So attractive my dear
I don't remember that he asked to stay
He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine
My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night
No comfort there no respite, no calm
He controls my temper and the Joy in life
My family long have given up
How long can anyone really listen after all?
So now He is visitor no longer
He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back
He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest
I am sure I would have fought Him off
if He had only not been a coward ,
to sneak up on me like that
Solita-2007
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Shall I show how to catch tomorrow's shadow?
Or wait perhaps a candle spell
Come let me ask you ..What do you would know?
Shall we light sweet incense and send our voices high?
Do you want a dream read or a potion made
perhaps a brand new page for your book
or know the properties of jade?
Tell me Sister What is your need?
What do you seek? How may I please?
You came to see me? To sit a spell and chat?
to spend the afternoon with me and my calico cat?
Forgive me my Sister I had forgotten your heart
Sit here by the fire and again we will start
I have forgotten the way to cherish my friends I thank you My Sister I will begin again
Solita @2007
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC