"Celebration" Inspired by Nikki Giovanni's
"Ego-Tripping"
I was born in Maine
and the state began to shine.
I walked directly onto a pedestal
of my own creation,
elaborate Italian marble
fashioned by my skillful hands;
higher than Olympus, Everest, and Kilimanjaro
combined.
The penetration of my emerald eyes
peered into the world’s soul and illuminated it.
I
Alone
created the world around me
I am powerful
I sit on the throne of intellectualism;
nothing can quench my thirst.
I drink of the fruit from the tree that started it all.
I am knowledge
I built a bridge-followed my journey-clothed myself
In Austen, Wharton, Shelley, Hurston, and Erdrich
Expanded my mind until it was inconceivable.
I am ardently intelligent.
I am a purple goddess.
The sunlight kisses my face.
Nature bows to my glory.
My fingertips emit rays that form a perfect light.
I am a flower whose white petals majestically glisten in
the moonlight.
I am the gentle curves of the Sistine Chapel
fashioned carefully by Michelangelo’s artistic spirit.
Turn to see
I am exquisitely beautiful
I am a warrior
fierce and strong
I am a Queen
deserving of all things which I fancy.
I travel and the world
reveals itself to me.
My precious feet leave impressions in the earth
jeweled and lustrous.
I am Aphrodite and Athena; Hera and Demeter
I am all of these and more
I am remembered; I am worthy.
My voyage is controlled by me
I build towers and pillars each day,
shouldering the future universe.
I am Isis, protector of my own divine self.
I alone control my destiny:
passionately, enigmatically.
Whatever I imagine.
The world becomes what I want.
I am confident.
I am a tree
strongly rooted, yet free to grow.
I am a scintillating star
shining down on all beneath.
I am harmony and melody, poetry and prose;
Without me, there is no meaning.
I am so flawless that even my flaws are without fault.
There are many facets to my being.
I am glorious Woman.
I am so superb, so excellent, so tremendous.
I am who I decide.
No one can change me or influence me
unless I allow it.
The world revolves on my axes.
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“Last Things” Inspired by Linda Pastan's
"The Almanac of Last Things"
From the crystalline winter,
the first glistening snowflake.
From the emerald spring of my birth,
one perfumed lilac blossom.
From the charming days of summer,
affectionate rays of sunlight on my face.
From the radiant autumn,
one maple leaf with hues of orange, gold, and scarlet.
From the land,
a waterfall roaring rhythmically to its destination;
one strong oak
whose arms cradle me in my daydreams;
a rush of ocean waves,
to engulf me in expanse;
midsummer moonlight, beaming and transcendent;
cloud formations for innocence and imagination;
and shooting stars for wonder and magic.
From the shelf,
Austen, Wharton, Hurston, Erdrich, Hawthorne, Shakespeare…
words-wisdom-inspiration;
devouring-quenching-blanketing
my soul.
Sending me adrift;
entering other worlds;
releasing me to freedom.
From love,
the first embrace-warm and full of hope;
musical laughter-broken into many infinitesimal pieces;
memories-in their best array and cold, hard truths,
for security and warmth as well as growth.
The sublime freshness of a newborn baby.
The sincere love of a child.
The joy and strength from smiling at the rain.
A flickering candle that prevails in the shadows.
All of these
will I take.
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Stars
swirl above
as the wind
rushes
through my soul
there is power
and exhiliration
within.
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