poetry: wild

within chest, flowers climb
worry weavers, petals purple
down drooping, up growing
Valkyrie songs, deep humming
no, deeper
reach another
another
one moreΒ 
press fingers together
pollen falls, tight places
explodes out, spreads
green shrugs
we know nothing

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    • Thanks, Michael. I’ve not written a poem in awhile, but this one came to me this morning as I took my walk. Partly, I think, because I dreamed last night I stood in a Valkyrie museum, the marble statues of the warriors staring me down, as if daring me to make a move.

      It’s so strange. I haven’t cared at all about the success of my writing, but now, having this book out in the world, I feel a new kind of pressure I don’t like. A fear for it to “do well.” I don’t like this feeling.

      I’m starting work on my next project, a poetry book, and I think that’s where my energy should be. Not worrying about silly things like if anyone reads or buys my book.

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  1. Hey Bridgette! I just wanted to let you know that I nominated you for the “Sunshine Blogger Award.” You can check out all the details about it on my latest post. Please know that you are in no way obligated to participate in it.

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    • Thanks! I’m so glad you like it. I’ve not changed it since I launched in 2013. A lot about me has changed and I think the new look better represents my growth. I’m not writing about being a mom much these days.

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