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Ramblings of a Hopeful Poet MAG
Hurricane Angel
I am Woman hear me roar
Watch me soar
The sky is torn
Open
Thunder claps highlighting
The rain pelts, falls in sheets
Soaking my skin, hair suctions
To my face
My throat drinks, water droplets
Pouring over my tongue
The lightning strikes
Silhouetting jagged wings
Sprouted from my back, beating the
Wind
I am a storm
A beast
A monster
A hurricane angel
Mountain Girl
I am a mountain girl through, and through
I love the ocean but my roots are here, buried under the dirt with the maples and the pines
Not all those who wander forgot,
I remember the rivers, the woods, the peaks and valleys
They are in my blood
They are in my bones
You can see the wild when I dance in the rain
You can hear the ancient when I sing to the trees
And even if I die in the sky, you will find me resting on the moss floor
Flowers in my hair
Bugs between my toes
Forever a part of the mountain mother who made me
Forever dreaming among the tall canopy
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I have been writing poetry for three years now, and the more I write the more I feel I learn about myself and the world. Often it feel as if the poetry isn't mine, but something being created through me.
Both of these poems that I'm submitting are quite personal, in a way.
The first, Hurrican Angel, is really about how to be powerful as a young woman. Something I've learned is sometimes the most powerful thing I can do is lose my calm, my composure, and just let go. There is power and grace in being a "beast" or a "monster". What the world deems as powerful, or strong isn't necessarily right. Be a hurricane angel, not a perfect angel.
The second, Mountain Girl, talks about my connection to where I've grown up. I live in the Blue Rdige, Appalachian mountains of North Carolina. It's an extremely beautiful place with a very rich history. But for me personally, I feel as if the wild of the mountains runs through my veins, as if I'm a part of them. To put it simply; you can take the girl out of the mountains, but you can never, ever, take the mountains out of the girl.