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Free Thought Fridays: Listen to my drum weep, Poem by Jim Poitras


Listen to my drum weep…

As I beat and gently sing, a honor song

Of days gone of the past, of all the wrongs…

Children, family and culture, forever lost

All for the land, the riches, done at all cost…

I sing of lost love, so many lost empty years

Not of anger but grief, a silent river of tears…

I cry for the elders, our men,our women

All those parents, relatives,not forgotten…

The beat of mother earth, the sacred drum

Beats for the hundreds of millions, I am one…

From creator, ancestors and all living things

The healing, begins and comes, deep within…

So to all my relations, today, past and future

Listen to my drum weep, to honor, to endure…

All My relations…

Poem by Jim Poitras


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Free Thought Fridays: Rwanda, a poem



My son is gone.

They took his little body away
in those big trucks
with all the other bodies.

Where my son’s spirit has gone
I do not know.
I hope he is happy
And healthy

Lie dead
Or dying
All around me.
I may join my son,
My full years
Never lived.

With the dying of the light
Comes another group of soldiers
And doctors
Who take the bodies away.

One of them approaches me
And lifts me up
with plastic covered hands,
And bears me away.

I do not resist.
My body is not dead,
But my
and my
are as dead
As my husband,
and my
four little boys,
my babies.

I am glad
they are taking me
So that my body
May die in peace
And join the spirits of my husband
and children.

That is the only release
for me now
In Rwanda.

@Copyright Elegantly Eco, 2015

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Free Thought Fridays: This Heart, Poem by Betty Larrea


I’ve been thinking a lot about spirituality lately and what it means to different people. To some it means church and religion. For me, it means being in touch with the totality of my being. That’s why I love this poem so much. We’ve all gone through a lot of different experiences in life. It’s how we deal with those experiences that makes us who we are. This may sound hokey to some, but I find that having a sort of faith in God, karma, whatever you want to call it, helps me deal when bad things happen. I’m paraphrasing Wayne Dyer here, but he said that instead of seeing the bad times as a set back, think of it as the pause before you go to an even higher level. I have to agree with that idea. When I had my miscarriage last year it was very hard to deal with. But now I know how other women who’ve gone through this feel. It makes me a more sympathetic and understanding person to have gone through the miscarriage even though it wasn’t something I would choose to go through. But that’s life. You can’t always choose what happens to you. You can either let the experience continually tear you down, or you can let it (eventually) build you up.


Free Thought Fridays: Goodbye to Bob, a poem

Back in September of 2014 I had a miscarriage just before the end of my first trimester. It was devastating. When it happened I felt so alone even though I had the support of my hubby (who was amazing btw) and family. I’d felt grief before at the death of a loved one but I’d never gotten so lost in grief before. It struck me as odd that more people didn’t talk about miscarriage like a regular death. In some ways it’s not a regular death but you still must grieve the loss of life and the dreams you had for your child. I feel ready now to talk about it more openly. Perhaps this poem will help others who have gone through the same thing. We called the baby Bob, short for baby on board. I hope this helps someone out there to know, you’re not alone.


Goodbye to Bob

I had to say goodbye to you,
Even though I didn’t want to.
You were an unexpected miracle
We took delight in,
And now I feel like
You’ve flown away to heaven
Leaving me behind
And I don’t know how to deal with it.

My body has betrayed me.
I still feel like you are with me,
Even now…
As I kissed your picture to say goodbye,
A part of me still can’t believe
You’re gone.
I may never know why.
Maybe you were too good for this world
to stay in it.

All I can say is
I’ll miss you.
We’ll miss you,
Your father and I.
We’ll love you until we die.

@Copyright Elegantly Eco, 2015

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Free Thought Fridays: Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Holy Grail, 1874, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Holy Grail, 1874, Dante Gabriel Rossetti


Ever since my high school art teacher introduced me to the Pre-Raphaelites I have loved their work. Sudden light is one of my favourite poems, written by Dante Gabriel Rosetti, a co-founder of the PRB (Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood). The PRB was a group of painters, poets and critics that was founded in 1848. Hope you enjoy it!

Sudden Light

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?

By Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1853


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Free Thought Fridays: Around the Corner by Charles Hanson Towne

This poem is one of my faves from as far back as high school. It seems fitting since on Monday last week we buried my Uncle Carlos and I was thinking how I regretted not having seen him more often before he passed away. Hope you enjoy this.


Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

By: Charles Hanson Towne

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Free Thought Fridays: Memory and Dream, a poem

poem-memory and dream

This poem is for everyone who’s had a relationship end. I wasn’t particularly thinking about this topic. But the poem just seemed to fit the weather and mood of today. Hope you enjoy it!

Memory and dream

I don’t want to live here
Unless you’re here with me
These walls hold too many memories
They keep whispering in my ear…
Of nights when I could feel your body
Curled against mine
And I could turn over
Just to look into your eyes.

But it doesn’t hurt as much
To remember you today
Thoughts of you flit & float away
Occupying space somewhere in between
My memory & a dream.

It’s another world now,
Another time.
Like a vision of utopia
That interrupts reality for a while.
And now I rise in the mornings
To the everyday world.
If it somehow feels a little bit empty
Or a little bit cold,
I just have to close my eyes & remember you…

Nights when you held me so tight
Days when we would do nothing,
But stay inside
Wrapped in nothing but love
And a passion that kept us
Spiraling higher & higher above.
Until it seemed
We could see our bodies below.
We were once connected.
We were once a whole.

I don’t want to live here
Unless you’re with me
Because the walls,
They just keep whispering…

@Copyright Elegantly Eco, 2014