I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 June 2015

At the Turning Point

Winter Solstice 2015
















At the turning point
I greeted old friends
not seen for many months,
and said goodbye to a new friend
going for months away.

At the turning point
I danced and sang
with others in a colourful circle,
then moved to a chair at the edge
when they gathered speed.


 
















At the turning point
I delivered a talk, hiding nerves.
I had to speak loud, and project
over an exuberant infant’s joyous whoops.
‘Such command!’ they praised. ‘Such a voice!’

I drove back home with new ease
around the scary bends
of the darkening road —
handling the car with confidence
at each turning point.

My angel sat beside me
only a little while.
‘You can do this now,’ he said.
I agreed, and acknowledged
the turning-point.





















In the Solstice fire I burned
old fears, old guilts, old regrets —
leaving a space for new light
to begin and grow in me, here
at the turning point.


Written for Midweek Motif, Entering Summer or Winter, in which our challenge was: Write a poem to share your insights on the events and changes you're  experiencing this time of  year.

Photos © Dede Callichy 2015

(I have deliberately blurred faces in the dance photo, except mine. — RNW)

19 comments:

  1. nice surprises at the turning points to looking forward to new growths and solemn solstice promise...and lovely photos :)

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  2. This is a lovely poem :D
    Beautifully penned!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Exquisite! Acknowledging the turning point, layer and layers deep and wide, you awaken your inner goddess in my eyes and in this poem. We all have this possibility!

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    1. The pictures too! Wow. Could be me 35 years ago in a different time and place.

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  4. Change can happen at any age - too often we are conditioned to think it only happens to the young - i hope and can see here that confidence and self belief can come..whenever we are ready for it

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  5. Inspiring piece....well honed words ...adding meaning ...at various levels...!! I loved the way you associated the different layers with our day to day life. Loved it.

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  6. I enjoyed reading this with your traditions as inspiration.

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  7. Oh my friend, I so envy you being present at such a gathering. Has been many years since I felt the power of dancing in a circle of powerful women. Love that Andrew sat with you for a bit on your ride home and told you "You can do this now." Well, yes we can. But we still miss them. I feel your power rising in this poem, very strongly. A turning point. Let's hope our friendly ghosts continue to ride with us, nevertheless.

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  8. What a meaningful moment! turning point, nervousness before and then confidence, rising to higher level, experience of connecting and sharing your wisdom with old and new friends! Congratulation, Rosemary!

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  9. old fears, old guilts, old regrets —
    leaving a space for new light

    I love the way the reflection of nature is the reflection of the soul. Perceptive words.

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  10. How wonderful to participate in a ritual to welcome the new season. I'm sure you're speach was filled with wise words Thank you for your lovely poem and the pictures.

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  11. It is good to have such an official turning point, I think, and a place to burn old fears, regrets, etc. I found it interesting that in the photos I detected only one male.

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    1. There were actually seven men there, and one young boy; also the baby was male. The group, The Goddesses of Shining Light, is a women's group, but at our Solstice and Equinox celebrations we invite some men to act as 'guardians' and create a balance.

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    2. There must have been about 20 women present.

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  12. I like the idea of the turning point...surely a new beginning for everyone ~

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  13. Such powerful ritual and traditions!! So wonderful and courageous! Love this!

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  14. I like the way that your poem acknowledges the solstice as one of the cusps of the year and how it gives us the opportunity to assess our lives and make important changes, Rosemary. I enjoyed reading this very much!

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