What a beautiful poem, Kaitlin! And thank you so much for these wonderful prompts and this nourishing community. This is an all-new and oh-so-wonderful experience for me. Here's my poem . . .
Loved your poem Kaitlin! And I really enjoy doing these poetry prompts, glad to be doing this again! The days of Yule, what a great time! So here is my poem on Intuition...
Thank you for your lovely poem Kaitlin. The imagery of unlocking doors inside ourselves with our intuition is so powerful. Intuition is a word I have been pondering for a long time.....because I am working on learning to listen to mine. It has been gaslighted into oblivion.....and I am coming to understand this happens to so many of us in this world. I wrote this poem earlier this year, and tweaked it a bit today....it is very rough and raw, but perhaps it will encourage others to keep unlocking the doors inside themselves. Here is my poem:
When one is young and vulnerable
The mind learns to adapt
In ways necessary for self-protection
Coping strategies that protect a tender and gentle soul
As an adult will become liabilities
Disembodiment became the only haven
Living a life outside myself
Denial of self and needs of the body
Agency and intuition, appetite and love
burying my voice within the depths of my soul
In so doing, less trouble found its way to me
Existence within the family structure was more secure
Until, as an adult, I no longer wanted to be silent
Until I wanted to know myself, use my voice
Be in my body
I did not anticipate the response within
The struggle with the voices screaming in my head
warning, danger do not proceed
The battle rages on within for the real me
Embodied, self-accepting, following her intuition
Making her own choices and telling the whole world
This a beautiful poem, Kaitlin. Each word and line moves right to my heart. I want to share it with everyone that I know. These lines reach me deeply, and I stop and say "yes, yes."
This is the second time I have typed something in this box and then hit enter or somehow lost it (sigh). I must slow down and press Post before reading or re-reading the prompt!
I am deeply moved by this virtual connecting activity with a new writing community, particularly at this time of year! Tonight I am in Savannah and will arrive in our Florida destination tomorrow after a short-ish drive. Kaitlin, thank you for this opportunity to write, and read, and reflect with ourselves and one another. I met you a few months back as you read your audio book of Living Resistance. You are a badass! Safe travels to you and anyone else on the road.
This is an acrostic poem!
Intuition is
Not a super power. People have
Trouble trusting it, treating it as some sort of witchcraft
Unable to be tamed or controlled by the forces of capital:
There is a lot of wisdom being shared to this one prompt alone. It could be written about for days..weeks. Such a privilege to read the words of each person, glean what speaks to me and add it to my 'knowing' and 'searching'.
What a beautiful poem, Kaitlin! And thank you so much for these wonderful prompts and this nourishing community. This is an all-new and oh-so-wonderful experience for me. Here's my poem . . .
Intuition
into vision
into smell and touch and sound
into taste
into longing
into belly
and feet
and ground.
My brain
and
my body
do not always
communicate well,
disconnected by
trauma and the
expectations of a
world not built for me;
but my intuition,
when I really listen,
is strong and clear
almost every time,
bringing together
brain and body
in alignment.
Loved your poem Kaitlin! And I really enjoy doing these poetry prompts, glad to be doing this again! The days of Yule, what a great time! So here is my poem on Intuition...
Beneath the surface
lies a subterranean knowing.
A cavernous labyrinth
calling me to meander its paths.
.
Revelation does not come by holding tight,
or forcing life to fit a straight line.
Insight does not abide by my will.
It only becomes possible by slowing down.
Removing the veils of cast iron certainty
Flowing with the cycles of being.
.
Then…
A stirring…
A potent sensitivity…
Warmth permeates the belly…
Rising oracular sparks from the eternal flame.
Composing music upon my heart.
Inscribing meaning in my bones.
Nonverbal messages,
symbols of ancient pasts,
an unspoken dialect.
.
Remembering…
I am fluent in this sacred language of the soul.
We all are.
Remember…remember…
Intuition
Intuition invites me
to trust
in a knowing
in a longing
in a powerful hope
that I know what to do
that I know what is right
that I hold the power
that I hold the strength
to bring my truth to light
Intuition
Having been told
most of my life
that my heart was
wicked and not
to be trusted,
now I find
my inner knowing
brings me back home
to an inner wisdom
I can count on.
Thank you for your lovely poem Kaitlin. The imagery of unlocking doors inside ourselves with our intuition is so powerful. Intuition is a word I have been pondering for a long time.....because I am working on learning to listen to mine. It has been gaslighted into oblivion.....and I am coming to understand this happens to so many of us in this world. I wrote this poem earlier this year, and tweaked it a bit today....it is very rough and raw, but perhaps it will encourage others to keep unlocking the doors inside themselves. Here is my poem:
When one is young and vulnerable
The mind learns to adapt
In ways necessary for self-protection
Coping strategies that protect a tender and gentle soul
As an adult will become liabilities
Disembodiment became the only haven
Living a life outside myself
Denial of self and needs of the body
Agency and intuition, appetite and love
burying my voice within the depths of my soul
In so doing, less trouble found its way to me
Existence within the family structure was more secure
Until, as an adult, I no longer wanted to be silent
Until I wanted to know myself, use my voice
Be in my body
I did not anticipate the response within
The struggle with the voices screaming in my head
warning, danger do not proceed
The battle rages on within for the real me
Embodied, self-accepting, following her intuition
Making her own choices and telling the whole world
Intuition
In..
to…
it…
Get it!
Only
listen
deep
within
your
soul
to
find
comfort
validation
direction.
It’s
where
Divine
dwells
as
we
were
created.
In…to…it…we are never alone!
On Intuition
You must learn to listen as if alone:
especially when not alone.
Your mammal body moves among
the trees and threatening lights,
its compass humming towards a song
you have likely forgotten. Listen.
Your task is to learn the words. Lifelong,
if you’re lucky. The words that mean: run.
Eat, feast, rest. Reshape yourself.
And give and love. And leave.
No one can teach you this. The oak
knows when to hurl its hail
of acorns. Did you think it made it this far
bowing only to others’ voices?
Only once you’ve learned to sing
your silence’s song - only then
does this world give a seat in its choir.
This a beautiful poem, Kaitlin. Each word and line moves right to my heart. I want to share it with everyone that I know. These lines reach me deeply, and I stop and say "yes, yes."
"Intuition
isn’t
a key
you use
to unlock
the doors
inside yourself.
Intuition is
the hand that
holds the key,..."
stars.
rules.
blind faith.
me.
your nose.
the yellow brick road.
music.
crowd.
rainbow.
your heart.
beat of a different drum.
path of least resistance.
road less traveled.
your lead.
my gut.
things to follow.
I Know
Most days I don’t know
What I truly believe.
Most days I don’t know
What I think is true.
Most days I don’t know
What our purpose is here.
Most days I don’t know
What the future holds.
But I know there is something
Something out there.
I know there is something
Something in here.
I know there is something
Something that holds this world together.
I know there is something
Something that gives us hope to go on.
Don’t ask me how I know.
I just do.
-Karri Temple Brackett
12/23/2023
This is the second time I have typed something in this box and then hit enter or somehow lost it (sigh). I must slow down and press Post before reading or re-reading the prompt!
I am deeply moved by this virtual connecting activity with a new writing community, particularly at this time of year! Tonight I am in Savannah and will arrive in our Florida destination tomorrow after a short-ish drive. Kaitlin, thank you for this opportunity to write, and read, and reflect with ourselves and one another. I met you a few months back as you read your audio book of Living Resistance. You are a badass! Safe travels to you and anyone else on the road.
This is an acrostic poem!
Intuition is
Not a super power. People have
Trouble trusting it, treating it as some sort of witchcraft
Unable to be tamed or controlled by the forces of capital:
It's available
To us all
Inside of us
Outside of us
Not for sale, this sixth sense.
How do I know
Which feeling to trust?
The sun on my face,
A yes or a must
A sinking feeling
In the pit of my being
Is the clearest no,
The one true thing
Good evening, my friends. Following my intuition!
Intuition
Elders would often say
“do what you believe is right.”
Except I am often not sure
what to believe, what I believe,
and sometimes not sure what the “right” thing is.
Not so intuition, the quiet wisdom voice
straining to be heard above
the parade and pomp of the age we live in.
When I can stop and slow down,
empty the clutter and chatter,
open a pathway to my heart,
I can follow that old friend intuition,
able to know and understand that
even when I do not know where I am,
I will find my way.
There is a lot of wisdom being shared to this one prompt alone. It could be written about for days..weeks. Such a privilege to read the words of each person, glean what speaks to me and add it to my 'knowing' and 'searching'.
Thank you for this, Kaitlin, and your words 🤎 intuition is not the key, but the hand that holds the key. Beautiful.