Posted in Poetry


Even when my body is still,
I find myself moving.
The slowly ebbing water,
gently lapping against me.

It is my lover;
one I can never divorce.
It owns me.

Never moving backward,
always moving with the flow.
I go forward,
caught in it’s momentum.

As the water passes,
I slowly crumble away
and fade.
It takes with it,
everything I am.

Even in my death,
time owns me.
I cannot go back
nor be remade.

Those who love me,
will hold  in memory,
but they to will erode with time.
Then my dissolution will be complete.

Time is a cruel mistress.



I am Myself I am a Wife Blessed with love I am a Mother Endowed with divinity Through the power of creation I am a Daughter Brought into this world With unending hope And the promise of the future I am a Sister Made fierce and strong While forged with kindness Protector and protected Spiraling together forever I am a Nurse Holding out the hands of healing And offering the sick comfort And the dying love Knowing that through this All things are healed and made whole I am a Writer Creating myself and world Sharing the inner depths of humanity Bringing together the divine And the humble mortal I tell the story of the Goddess And am remembered forever

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