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

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

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

She Be a Poet: Maybe

Is there a way to uncomplicated times when nothing and no one vexed her,
She wades through, thinking where has that girl gone,
there once, now she’s a memory.

Where is her rosy outlook hiding, why is it now thorny,
Eyes wide once, colours vibrant and everywhere, replaced by tunnel vision, blind to opportunity on the left, destined path to the right.

Maybe is a word she hears, in her mind and the lips of others,
what fear stops committed words, they aren’t so scary are they?
The wish for something better, an offer, there are but few,
She waits because she knows she is, the only one that’s true.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014