Friday, April 3, 2009

I Am An Alphabet Woman






I post here one of my favorite poems written by me and inspired by the poet, Anne Waldman, who was inspired by the Shaman Woman, Maria Sabina. I challenge everyone to write their own alphabet poem. April = Poetry Month!!!!


ALPHABET WOMAN
By Marion Lawless


I am an Alphabet woman, a magician with words.

I am a Book woman, reading to stay alive.

I am a Creative woman, forming art from garbage.

I am a Dragonfly woman, flying between the worlds.

I am an Earth woman, friends with the trees and flowers.

I am a Flying woman, soaring nightly in my dreams.

I am a Gardening woman, tiller of soil and soul.

I am an Herbal woman, creator of magical potions.

I am an Intuitive woman, looking beyond facades.

I am a Joyous woman, thankful to be alive.

I am a Kind woman, treating others with respect.

I am a Learning woman, hungry for knowledge.

I am a Moon woman, in tune with Lunar cycles.

I am a Nature woman, hearing the earth's heartbeat.

I am an Ocean woman, drawn by the pull of the tides.

I am a Poet woman, midwife to little poems.

I am a Questioning woman, ever seeking mystery.

I am a Reading woman, devourer of words.

I am a Survival woman, grown stronger with every challenge.

I am a Tattooed woman, wearing my spirit on my skin.

I am an Understanding woman, full of empathy.

I am a Victorious woman, over-comer of obstacles large and small.

I am a Word woman, happiest when immersed in a book or writing.

I am an X-ray woman, seeing though life's illusions.

I am a Yin-Yang woman, ever seeking balance.

I am a Zealous woman, passionate about truth, life and love.

By Marion Lawless

3 comments:

  1. Your new blog looks great!!! And the best part is that I'm able to get into it and comment without getting kicked off!!

    Yay!!!

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  2. Hooray! You have a new blog and it works. I love the alphabet poem...and everything.

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  3. Beautiful poem! Gots to catch up for poetry month. Hugs. Quido

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