family, life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ Aphrodite’s Daughters

Artist: Victoria-Rivero http://www.victoria-rivero.deviantart.com

She loved the colour lilac,
Engagement gemstone,
Restricted wedding ring,
Mum was far from home,
Yet somehow she fit in.

Kindness came so easily,
Nurture her middle name,
Brown eyes fixed on the ocean,
Dreams lay far beyond,
Would life ever be the same?

Dark-haired beauty landed,
Her sisters holding hands,
Tightly they grasped,
Nails scarring skin,
Nervy of the promised land.

Island breeze altered,
Its warm touch replaced,
New island unsociable breeze,
Aphrodite’s daughters,
Committed unshakeable grace.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ Roses Grow in Essence

Photo credit: www.wattpad.com

Precious souls looking down,
Illuminating light,
Their tranquil tones good company,
Deep into the night.
They loved me in my lifetime,
They love me now they’re gone,
Watchful unwavering protection,
Melodic, soothing song.
I smell sweet roses where I walk,
I see them, full bloom, ruby red,
He grew them in the garden,
So much pride, peaceful bed.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ 10 Thousand Steps

Photograph source: unknown

I write this on a Sunday, a hotter than expected day heat on my back,

10 thousand steps, my legs felt them all in the woods, deep in muddy tracks.

Hazy sunshine reflection caressed the still of the water,

Divine familiar presence, an angel guiding my steps – I am her daughter.

Nature’s arms are open wide, I feel her, brave I snuggle close to the wind,

Setting cloudless intentions, the universe is listening –

negativity dumped in the bad vibes bin.

Selenite is glowing, protective crystals circle round,

They bask in moonlit hopes and glories, tender energy finally found.

10 thousand steps to here and my heartfelt words,

There is nowhere that I cannot move, winged intentions, free as a bird.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

life, Poetry

She Be a Poet ~ Epiphany Floats

Image Credit: Kate Anderson – Woman Floating Under The Full Moon

I’m tired of pondering on the past,

I mean, I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to feel bored, that’s not like me at all.

That third eye manifestation is real, I see it and it sees me, hello epiphanies, I’ll take your hits,

I love being awakened as you sprinkle sense and grit.

Always the same format though, I get down to get back up,

Hmmm…

But what if I rise instead?

Floating would be a heavenly change, the idea of ease is appealing,

Weightless, free from the bruises of repeated kneeling.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021