She Be a Poet ~ Fantasy Green

Image Credit: Francisco Provedo ~ Inner Light

The cold wind hit me hard today as I walked,
it slapped my skin without warning just like life.
You know how it goes, life is good and then it turns,
life is cool before unexpected burns.

Fresh buds are peeping from the ground,
bluebell blanket caresses the forest like a lover.
Petals droop without reciprocation,
run, run for cover.

Keep on moving I say – to myself that is,
affirmations set in natures ears.
Green hues act as balm and bandaid,
skin so worn, tortured by all that is dear.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

The Tale of Two Wolves – Light & Shade

A close friend sent me a powerful message recently which a nutshell, describes the fight within people of all ages, cultures and sexes.

The Tale of Two Wolves is a poignant perception of the fight between good and evil, light and shade. As you watch this, you will be wondering where the story is heading and what long, drawn out answer you will be presented with calling for hours of complicated study making you busier than you already are (allegedly)

Trust me when I say that you will be surprised at the uncomplicated nature of this simply calm, yet wondrous Cherokee counsel.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

Give me a word, any word and I will show you the root of that word is Greek ~ Chromophobia

(Irrational fear or conditioned response to colour)

The Greek Cypriot in me occasionally awakens with words I have never heard of before; even though their existence has manifestations in many forms. It can take just one Grecian word to open a kaleidoscope of topics for discussion, debate and provocative thinking. The word Chromophobia was introduced to me by a dear friend who has made a career out of creating beautiful colours whilst changing perceptions in the process.

Maybe, you have an irrational fear of the colour green? Unable to eat your peas or any vegetable with a greenish hue for fear they will choke you. Perhaps red is the colour you avoid? I mean red is dangerous, isn’t it? It commands you to stop and forbids you to go there; wherever there may be. There are symptoms of Chromophobia and hate is one of them. Hate through fear, hate because Chromophobes see nothing but dark, foreign bodies and not the full spectrum.

Generally, we all see things in black and white, right and wrong. These views may be part of our genetic make-up, ideas without foundation from our teachers or peers; misguided without a full understanding of the global pallet and its variety of colours. If we choose not to live in colour the canvas will always be blank. If we choose to explore and understand, we lose the fear imbedded in our psyche long before we first opened our eyes to see complexions.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015

I Just Want to Say Thank You…THANK YOU!!!

I do believe that I have never thanked you all for liking my blog, following or for taking the time to comment. I feel very blessed to have connected with you all. Writers and readers alike…you are all FIERCE!

Much love, Michelle x

‘Everybody could use a little help sometimes’

~

Jill Scott

She Be a Poet – Explosive Superstar

I can’t go there, you know that place, endless darkness devoid of grace.

I can’t go there, harsh wilderness, splintered tree, roots exposed longing to grow free.

I can’t go there, I refuse to cling, fingertips they slip, losing grip of me.

I can’t go there, backward travel, known path, I’ve seen it all before, diabolical past.

I can’t go there but I am here, the stand I take so not to fall, I dither, maddening fear.

I can’t go there, deceptive Shangri-La, I wait for supernova, explosive superstar.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015