For the Unheard- A New Poem

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This poem has been working it’s way through me for days now and finally it has arrived.

For the Unheard

by Beth Farrell

(Un)heard

Voice(less)

We become

We are photo-shopped

Sculpted

Painted

Sexualized

Bronzed

Anti-aged

(for your delight)

Quieted

(for generations)

in a man’s story

told to

stay quiet

told that

our power is (less)

told to say yes

and never no

 

Our voice

Heard

Rages in streams

In rivers

In oceans

In rain

In rivers

Our voices

Rage together

And Together

We

Soften stone

Inscribe wisdom onto riverbanks

Forge new waterways

For our daughters who will

Demand to be

heard.

The Search, A New Poem

I wrote this poem after a conversation with a friend. We were talking about the various ways that we search for ourselves. In my experience, life has taught me that you have to go inside of yourself to find yourself.

“The Search”

Cottonwood trees follow
potential streams
like butterflies caught in wind heading North
Naked feet follow
sunbeams  
like disciples caught in an endless search
Aspen roots follow
underground streams
like a wandering sadhu’s weave searching for core teachings
Children follow
lightening bugs
like daydreams coming true.
Seekers follow
paths to empty temples
like an endless dream to nowhere.
Silence follows
flows of light
searching only for itself.

What are you searching for?