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Just want you all to know how much I love your poetry. Even if I'm not commenting on them, I'm so grateful for each of you!

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Thank you, Kaitlin, for giving us this permission. I had no idea I needed it until I stopped to let your permission soak in.

Permission

How long was it

before you realized

that it wasn’t just

what you needed

from someone else;

that, in order to be

a healthy being,

you need to practice

giving it to yourself?

So often, we spend

our lives focused

on obtaining permission

to “do”; moving,

acting, working,

thinking our way

into a worth defined

by productivity.

Starting today,

I’m going to find time

and make room

to identify what I need

to be more whole and healthful,

and give myself permission

to be just that:

*quiet breathing space*

*wordlessness —

both aural and visual *

*fun — in whatever

form and shape

that feels good today*

*sensory attentiveness —

at whatever levels

make me smile*

How ‘bout you?

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Good words.

My dad was a preacher and I watched him never give permission to himself.

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Amen to that, Chuck!

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I struggle this morning

Over whether to give myself permission

To go back to bed

To rest

To relax

To (although it feels impossible) renew

Or whether what I really need is

To get busy and take my mind off of me

To walk

To clean

To be (that most heinous of words) productive.

No permission needed for those expectations.

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heinous

.. yup.

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I love this Karri! And I can relate so much! Every time I linger, at the ocean or on a mountaintop, in bed or just in doing nothing, the timeless voice that can raise guilt, feelings of laziness, unproductity, judgement and more comes roaring back, as it is never really vanquished. You have lots of colleague poets in this struggle with you! Thank you for giving it voice!

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The rise and fall of the waves

In rhythm with the wind

Beckons the gulls who

Knowing what lies beneath the surface,

Dive in and take what is theirs

Rise up, soar, and dive in again.

We witness this miraculous chorus

Of birds and and wind and sea

My daughter and I, her

Ten-month-old fingers

Wrapped around my thumbs,

Tiny feet tipsy in the plush sand

As they move forward, unquestioningly

Only hope and wonder in her eyes

Sparkling in the morning sun,

Determined to join the singing ocean.

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'tiny feet tipsy' 💜

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I can see them 🥹

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This is beautiful Rachel. I love the lyrical flow of your words, the vivid imagery, and the sweet combinations like "tiny feet tipsy in the plush sand" and "only hope and wonder in her eyes." What a gem of a poem!

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Permission slip

Like a stray piece of paper

flying from the fingertips

sticking out of school bus windows,

adventure doesn’t wait

for a dotted line signature.

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I love this, A.M. I wish I had this poem as a youth, and as a parent when our kids were in school! No signatures required! Thank you!

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We do not need

permission to rest

because it is

necessary; notice

.

how our bodies

do not plead

for a more fair

distribution of care,

.

but demand it

by simply shutting

down the systems

that keep us running.

.

They are loud

about being

treated unkindly

because they know

.

that asking politely

will not make it

all right, and they will

fight for the peace

.

they know they

deserve. What more

can we need to learn

about how to fix

.

this burning world?

It is ours

to shut down

and rebuild.

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Yes, yes, yes

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This is exquisite, A. The rhythm you create with the four line stanzas is sweet, and your lines are so lyrical I kept feeling like they were rhyming. They are not literally, but certainly are in heart and spirit sense.

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Permission slip requested for the following activities 05/29/2024:

1. Existing in public

2. Being perceived

3. Taking a breath

4. Making a joke

5. Believing people like me

6. Not saying "yes"

6a. Even though I'm the best person to do it

6b. Even if everything might fall apart without me

7. Not being perfect

8. Not being good

9. Eating what I want

10. Filling out a permission slip for tomorrow

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Kinda like a prayer, of sorts?

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This is wonderful, Lisa! Permission granted from the universe!

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All my life

Rest had to be earned,

And required permission.

There was no play

Until homework was done.

Chores must be complete

Before you have fun.

You can have a nap

Once you’re finished with… that.

Taking a break

While my to do list waited

Only invited

Guilt and shame,

Shoulds and blame.

Until it finally

Occurred to me

That the power had shifted…

To my own damn self

Decades ago.

It was simply a (bad) habit

To tell myself no.

Babe, it’s time to let that go!

Yes, let’s play!

Yes, get some rest!

That is enough for today.

You did your best.

I don’t need permission

And neither do you.

Balance in life

Is our birthright,

Not our contrition.

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Very nice, Janine! A splendid manifesto!

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From whom do we ask permission

. to go about our lives?

From parents, partners, Deities,

. up spying in the skies?

.

Are we truly free to live

. and go about our days?

I wonder about choices we make,

. the details in a haze.

.

Where do desires arrive from?

. At what point do we draw the line

When my definition of a good life

. places others in a bind?

.

Or takes advantage and profits

. off generational abuse?

The blessings I have, the result

. of poisonous fruit.

.

Who asked my permission,

. to be born this day and age?

To live a life of privilege,

. with others in a cage?

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Blessings of poisonous fruit .....yup...

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This is excellent, Sarah! I love the powert of it and the creative way you use rhyming to further that power.

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This topic is one I have been thinking about a lot - even realising in conversation with a friend how the 'we are not allowed to' rules from childhood are so ingrained that we still keep to them (even when no -one is watching). So my poem today is a bit of a mix of serious and silly!

Permission

For so many years

she asked permission

or didn't even dare to ask,

just quietly accepted the

unspoken

assumed

inevitable

No.

Even as an adult

the need to please

the struggle to keep the peace

held her back

never daring to seek permission

for whatever she might want.

But...

when it all fell apart

and she built her life anew

she realised that

she is the one

who has the power

to give herself

permission.

So,

she sat down

smiled

and turned on the TV -

in the morning!

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* the power to give herself permission *

Perhaps the greatest power known to all hermanity!

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How dare her!!!!

..ha....

Excellent....

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A giant "bravo" to you Jane! Your poem resonates so deeply for me. Ah, the power of no and how it gets ingrained in our bodies and emotional states, and also becomes a default option for so many of us. May your mornings be permission free zones!

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‘Finally, finally, she stops

and steps away from every

bit of life that is asking her

for more of herself.’ ❤️👌

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permission granted.....🙂

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A standing ovation for this, Ange! Thank you.

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These were the words that really struck me from Kaitlin’s poem 🫶🏽

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Hah! I thought they were your splendid words! Isn’t it amazing how a piece of a poem can seem like its very own poem? Thank you for reframing!

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Yes, I know what you mean! There’s something lovely about a few words framed by space 😊

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Your work always feels like permission, Kaitlin. Thank you.

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Prized magic mojo.

Mom's rare ok, certified.

worth its weight in frogs.

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Nice haiku Chuck

As usual I'm confused

Tell me what it means?

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I guess its kind of a young boy's ode to those elusive permission slip signatures

yeah.

Frogs.

kinda weird.

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Permission to grieve

everything

sits on the edge

of my swollen

tongue

bite wounds pointing

to words unsung

a melody

a wail

held back from

daylight

permission to grieve

everything

could heal

everything

this swollen

tongue

and broken beating

heart

and the rifts, the wide and deep

divides

that keep us from

one another

restored by

simply

permission to grieve

Bless you & your inspiration for us, Kaitlin. Grateful x 1000.

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This is powerful and poignant, Jennifer. I like the way you use the phrase "permossion to grieve" as refrain. I hear the use of "permission to ___" in a military context, and that adds to the impact your poem has on me. Thank you for sharing.

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This is so lovely and timely, Kaitlin. It makes me want to find a hammock right this moment, or later today, to just rest and be. Thank you for the permission to do so, which I didn't need, but in your kindness, you so freely offer to each of us.

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All you need is this breath

your own heart beat

the crickets at sunset

fireflies sparking over summer fields

whatever brings you alive --

that is your permission

this pulse in your veins

your own voice flowing

sing now, the birds are waiting

no approval needed

this world is meant to be

a symphony

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(and I have a season ticket) 🙂🙂🙂

I love this.

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