This Is My

This writing was inspired two years ago after dancing Nia.  In Nia it is said that our feet are the hands that touch the earth.  That sentiment combined with ethereal music and watery movement formulated this piece in my mind.  

So often I am asked what inspires me to write poetry.  Dance kindles me.  Music moves me.  I see and feel poetry when I take the time to honor Mother Earth.  

This Is My

This is my water

Sunlight dancing on the surface

Breathing in, turning head, kicking, floating, moving…

Water with effort

Effortlessly gliding, slapping and splashing

Crashing on the shore.  Standing in the rain

Wishing I was an otter

This is my water

This is my fire

Breath in my belly, cooking up a stew

Inhaling hot air, praying the flames won’t crest

Crackling tree tops

Erasing the forest, burning nostrils, flaring, flames

Embers in a pit, stoking my desire

This is my fire

This is my wind

Blowing through my dress, knocking down my fence

Pursed whistling lips, hotness from your mouth

Dancing in the canopy, thoughts inside my head

Leaves a’ dropping, never stopping

Swirling around the secrets of my lust and of my sin

This is my wind

This is my earth

Hardened ground, rocks, spherical, magical

Dewy grass, budding trees, flowers, mud

Scarred by the hand of man

Mother Nature’s abode, millennia, old

Uninhibited, over agitated, under appreciated

Constant flowy rebirth

This is my earth