She Be a Poet ~ Holding On

Artist: Muhammed Salah

Love you or ‘I’ love you?
The difference seems clear,
one is just something you say,
the other begs, you are wanted here.

Say it, don’t say it?
Actions will spill the beans,
I love you with a passion,
deep in lucid dreams.

To hug or to hold?
Arms outstretched for both,
one, a moment of reassurance,
the other, solid commitment – protective oath.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

Give Me a Word, Any Word & I Will Show You The Root of That Word is Greek ~ ‘Angel’

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Meaning: “Messenger”

Angel is derived from the Greek word ‘Angelos’ – Believed to be a messenger of God offering comfort to those in need. A spiritual being watching over us.

Spiritual moments are not easily recognized by everyone. Maybe it is because mortals are more logical in their thinking or perhaps fear of the unknown restricts their supernatural sight? As a teenager and in my early twenties, I put logic above all other forms of thinking and believed that if you cannot see something it could never have existed.

There are so many varied stages to life that at some point you will have no choice but to question the logic behind it and with an open mind, eventually, you realize that there is more going on than the information written in textbooks or the findings of the most noted scientists of our time. Scientists whose theories and inventions have changed the way we communicate, travel, work and save countless lives.

There are, however, some things that a scientist cannot explain. Wearing a black scarf, I noticed out of the corner of my eye something white. I thought it was the annoying white label that I try my best to tuck in – not an easy task. It was in fact, something that I was not expecting to see – a white feather.

A scientist might ask me if I had been visiting a menagerie or if I have a cockatoo at home. They would be the logical answers but I have no bird in my house and haven’t been to the zoo in a while. The only answer existing in my mind now, a mind that is not scared of acknowledging spiritual forms, is that it was a sign from my Guardian Angel – I believe we all have one (maybe more)

This is not the first visit tap on the door I have had from mine and they usually find ways to ‘sit on my shoulder’ when my mind is overthinking and swamped with a worry or two. The beauty of Guardian Angels is that they do not have favourites. Skin colour, status, faith and religious beliefs play no part in their mission to guide and protect us.

Adopting solitude as our only friend and safety net is inevitable for most of us at some point in our lives but this self-preserving choice makes it almost impossible to express our thoughts and feelings verbally. Who is there to hear them? The good news is that they are being heard!

Not only are the wings of these Guardian Angels strong enough to find their way to you but they can also hear the voice that no one else knows exists.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet – My Musical Youth

Raised on a council estate, the only Greeks on the block,

Playing on the green outside where the local kids would flock.

Belinda Carlisle told us, that ‘Heaven Is a Place on Earth’

Only Bucks Fizz swore it was ‘The Land of Make Believe’,

A mixed tape of my musical, spiritual birth.

Confusion reigned in ‘Our House’ still,

‘Teardrops’ drenched my cheeks,

My story behind SMASH HITS poster covered walls,

Memorizing tunes, my world,  lyrical geek.

Dancing tall on tip toes, Thursday nights, TOTP,

‘Running Up That Hill’ of teenage life,

‘I Want to Break Free’.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet – Her Joy

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Waking from sleep is a strange feeling now, anxiety hits me hard

Duvet is my protector, cushioned, I am wrapped in layers reluctant to move.

Who is this person I have become, the person who lives to hide?

She is new to me, unfamiliar tactics, shy as a blushing bride.

Greek, but where is my kefi?

Soulful, but where is my rhythm?

Woman, when will you return?

Soon.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

She Be a Poet – I Wander

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Walking with no destination, just to pass the time,

Be at one with nature, slippery mud and rainfall combine.

Trees are swaying, swooning over the sun,

She breaks between storm clouds with a shy expression

“Catch me if you can, hon”.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021