WomenwithWordz is an interactive blog where women of all races, ages and backgrounds can post and share their writings, rhymes, poems, stories, scripts, and words. This virtual space is welcoming of all types of work: a quiet reflexive song, an angry loud poem even silly fun lyrics and stories are accepted and celebrated.I really got into it and even submitted one of my poems. I think it's a great way for writers and poets to share their work. I don't know if it is the same for others, but I've been able to interact with like minded people through blogging and it is always a great way to share one's work beyond one's shores and/or borders.
The WomenwithWordz blog was born from the Women with Wordz writing circle held every Wednesday at 1900 Sheppard Ave in Toronto. Supported by Literature for Life, the women are led by their instructor Motion to let go and write freely and openly about what is most important to them.
This blog is an invitation, an extension of the beautiful works that pour out of the writing circle, to all women who stumble upon the blog and have a song to sing, or poem to write, or a story to tell. Please take your time and read (and respect) the words within the blog and feel free to respond or submit your own writing.
Below is a poem by Amahnee, one of the Wordsmithz on the blog.
dub insomnia
Night thoughts chase the dawn
As day breaking dreams are born
In the madness of midnight suns
Makeshift cock calls riddle his eardrums
And he presses the snooze button on the alarm clock
Although he hasn’t slept yet
Dressed yet?
He still wears the slacks with the syrup stains
And the crumpled lunch receipt in the back pocket
Can’t remember what he had
But he knows it was awful
Stomach grumbles
As he reaches for another packet of ramen
“Shit, I shoulda never left
Sun rays for snowy landscapes
Coal pots for coffee cups…
And Mama.”
Night thoughts chase the dawn
As day breaking dreams are born
In the madness of midnight suns
The sky’s sparkling black pupils scorn his footsteps
“How dare you disturb this world’s slumber.”
But down under, he’s just another number
On another block, in a far away city
And even he haffu eat
So he stumbles on to the street
Sneakers saddening pavement as baby sleeps
Sweating for dimes
Fingers slipping through time
Souls caked in mud
Does hope die with the settling son?
Night thoughts chase the dawn
Day breaking dreams are born
In the madness
of
midnight
suns
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing this poem. I have insomnia and it really resonated with me. I wanted to pass along a website I ran across, http://onlineceucredit.com/edu/social-work-ceus-sd, that offers a lot of great sleeping advice.
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