The Awakening – Iulia Halatz

The song dreams along
with the fields
watered by the eyes
of the wettest dawn.

She feels empty
caught
in a web of stars
immenser than any sky
that ever sheltered Europe.

Her story is not written.
She lives in the not-knowing
Her mind crossed Rubicons
Scylla and Charybdis
are petrified
with
lyrics and dance.

She is all the things
She has ever loved:
scented wine,
the white and blue bustle
of spring
the forests dormant
under the scythed moon.
Her green thoughts
bear the celestial heavens
like so many miniature Atlases…

This world is strange
and under attack
of barbarous hearts
that have plundered
and seduced
bedazzled countries
and continents…
She is still not yours,
Still hiding in the
vapors of the tide…

“Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous.” – Toni Morrison


“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” She is a teacher, small entrepreneur and cyclist.

You can read more of Iulia’s writing at Blog de companie

Featured Post: The Clean Up – Heather Carr-Rowe

darkness dawns
and I wipe
the floor with
a squirt of cynicism

scrub the grime
knowing I will
be back on my knees
time and time again

in the fight against
the muddy onslaught
of derision caked upon
patriarchal tongues

scrubbing oppression
and condescension
deeply ingrained in
the hallowed halls

I do not tire,
eventually the floors
will be wiped clean
with the awakening
of the old boys

©Heather Carr-Rowe


I am a tree lover living on the prairies. My poetry is often inspired by my passion for nature, the environment and current affairs. You can read more of my writing at my blog – Sgeoil

The Awakening – Sarah Ritter

This morning, I woke up tired. Not just sleepy, or in a lingering trance from the previous night’s fading dreams. My head felt like it was filled with a thick fog, and my eyes were unwelcoming of the morning’s blinding sun beams.

Today begins another day of the same old routine and I was tired of it. I was tired of living as a woman in a man’s world. I was tired of being summed up by the opinions of men who can’t handle my confidence. I was tired of my decisions being questioned. I was tired of my orders being defied by insubordination and chauvinism. I was tired of being expected to act like a lady but keep up with the guys. I was tired of being told that the insults laced with sarcasm are just jokes. I was tired of my feelings and emotions being laughed off as a weakness.

But I get up and go through the routine of my day, with walls around my heart, and swords in my back pocket, ready to defend myself at a moment’s notice. I put on a strong front and hide the emotions coursing through my body. I do this hour after hour, till all that I have to and want to do are done.

But as the day came to an exhausting close, I feel the weight of my sleepy eyelids, the impending headache and the humming ache of my heart. I realize I am done feeling this way. I am done living in constant conflict and reservation, doubt and insecurity. I am tired of my attitude being altered by patronage and condescension. I am tired of my choices coming second after others.

Because I know that I am strong. I am smart. I am confident. I will not let others define me. I have opinions I am not afraid to express. I make decisions that I do not regret. I have feelings that I am not ashamed of.

I decide then that I will no longer allow the insecurity and arrogance of others dictate my life. I am a woman, and I am strong. I will not let others decide the worthiness of my love, the value of my voice, the merit of my contributions. I will not let others ridicule my choices.

In those final moments of the night, as the sky turned to black and the stars started to peek out from behind the trees, I felt this resolve wash over my body. In my moment of the awakening, I felt my mind clear, and my heart lift. I felt the clouds of doubt and uncertainty part. I felt the promise of the twinkling stars. I fell asleep then, with a renewed purpose to live my life loudly, boldly and peacefully.


Sarah Ritter is a writer and poet whose first poetry collection “Inspirations, Transformations and Revelations: A Poetic Expression of My Personal Journey,” was published in March 2019. In her spare time she writes for her online blog and creates homemade greeting cards.

You can read more of her writing at Sarah Ritter’s Revelations…A Collection of My Poems & Short Stories

 

Featured Post: The Awakening II– Georgiann Carlson

a lot of people
don’t want to wake up
it’s cozy and nicer
keeping their eyes closed
especially since
once they’re open
they can never close them again
nicer not to talk about the abuse and
the ugly things that happen to women
in our world
after all
It’s unpleasant
it’s not positive
or uplifting
it’s not what people want to
HEAR
it’s depressing
uncomfortable
even un-ladylike

it’s so much better to
smile
and discuss
the latest this
or that
to talk about the weather
or who did what
laughing
and enjoying
life
never mind that the woman
sitting across from them each week
always wears long sleeve
turtleneck shirts
because her husband beats her
The Awakening
when it arrives
doesn’t let people look away
even if it’s not happening to
them
being awake
simply means facing the facts
so something can be done
to change them

 


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Featured Post: The Awakening – Tamara Fricke

Velvet has a subtle way
of scratching neglected angles
thought hidden, laying bare
imperfections once declared
hallmarks of originality
leaving one scarred, creased, and scared
in the floodlights of public opinion.

Satins and silks are no better,
sliding as they do, snagging
on every hangnail feathered edge
running off to tell the neighbors
there’s a pimple on your ass
worth debating.

Now cotton, loves your hips
but do you ever wear it without
thinking of cotton-ginned machinations,
blood and heat commingling
making a mockery of 300 years
with it’s rosette patterns and
floral bouquets?

The truth is your skin is
salted perfection, texturized
to highlight every precious
imperfection and perfectly
encapsulating your singularity,
your contradiction of simultaneous
infinite and finite-ness that
no fabric should ever hide.


Tamara Fricke is the 2010 co-winner of the Gertrude Claytor Award of the Academy of American Poets and is previously published by The Lyon Review, Meat for Tea, Attack Bear Press Poetry Vending Machine, Whisper and the Roar, We Will Not Be Silenced, and has been included in a number of compilations.  Her poetry chapbook Our Requiem was released in 2014.  She lives in Springfield, MA, with an ungrateful cat, where she writes grants professionally.

Featured Post: The Awakening – Georgiann Carlson

The Awakening
is women
finding
and taking back
their power
it’s seeing the lies
and refusing to continue
playing the patriarchal game
it’s coming into our own
it’s giving ourselves a chance
to find out who we are
and what we can do
it’s the path toward freedom

 

 


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Awakening – Claire of CK words and thoughts

between living and dying
there are heartbeats
separated by empty space
where memories ripple
in the background
until we reach awakening
free from the burden
of past experiences
allowing ourselves
to simply exist
in the now


My name is Claire, I am the founder of CK words and thoughts. I have been writing since I was a teen. In 2017, I started my Facebook page and shared my writing there. Since starting my page I have learned that my words let others know they are not alone.

On The Awakening – Phillip Knight Scott

When she awoke – truly and deeply
woke from the sleep induced by testosterone,
drugged with masculinity, weighed down
by society’s down comforter – she looked
to the future as her own. Liberated,

she was called many names. Her favorite dirty
word was feminist, though she would be called
much worse. The word that stuck was independent,
married as it was to happiness, sealed with a kiss,
they lived happily ever after.

(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott

I remember reading this book years ago in one of my first English classes at UNC and, as one of my first exposures into liberal, feminist art, it made an impression.


Phillip Knight Scott lives in North Carolina with his wife and 3-year-old son, who has been frustratingly developing his own opinions on everything. At least for the next year, Phillip is on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence in years). By day he works for a software company but has been writing for decades and only recently decided to pursue publishing them to an audience.  You can read more of Phillip’s writing at Reverie in reverse