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A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • Here Is The Thing

    By Vivi Sojorhn   At 1:30am, I am up wondering about Doing the right thing, an action that speaks To strength, not weakness of women Of color or not, but also to calm I want to calm things down so I Take action for that instead of fighting With the lunatics that surround us I Read more

  • Christmas Concerts for a Child

    By Vivi Sojorhn   Sing to the balcony grown-ups says he Wear velvet and tights with a bow A bow that is red or green nothing in between Change from boots to patent leather Stiff, mess, coats, beanies, hats, mittens on strings Sing to the grown ups at the back. Peek around the red curtain. Read more

  • Overdone

    By Vivi Sojorhn This year is baked too long or too hot or too wet . Tears fell for real, but not ENOUGH. I feel a well, an aquifer awaiting a drill to find it. Then there will be a flood. My dreams have a cork these days to avoid adding to the sense that Read more

  • I Have a Feeling

    By Vivi Sojorhn   There is no horizon. That’s the thing. And, how do I know, if I keep going, I won’t drive over the edge of something, a cliff, the edge of my world, into darkness or pure light. The point is I do not know what I will do next. I am tired Read more

  • Clumps of Color

    By Vivi Sojorhn   Green hangs on as long As it can in bowers of grey The days seem to be a con Though, shorter than yesterday. No matter how warm, even the sun Cannot fool us into believing Because the nights drop a chill on Those branches and now the leaves Hold the losing Read more

  • Mirrors Don’t Work

    By Vivi Sojorhn   When I see myself in the mirror…straight forward to my eyes and big smiles, I do see the crinkles around my eyes well enough. But talking with other women, we agree that it is the photograph from any direction that tells us what we really look like. It becomes increasingly horrifying Read more

  • Alive Again

    By Vivi Sojorhn I have canceled and rescheduled so much this summer That I have no feel for the calendar anymore It says it is August, but it feels like October and I see Leaves changing colors in bunches or around the edges. That’s just what it has been like to be alive again after Read more

  • Meditating on Jabber

    By Vivi Sojorhn   Breathe in and it doesn’t matter That my mind wanders to words Said in furious, vicious jabber I cannot apologize what was told So long ago. Breathe out and out. I want to shout pain of my heart. Breathe in again. I am narcissism.   Copyright©Vivi Sojorhn     Read more

  • Mica Glisten

    By Vivi Sojorhn   So young, I don’t remember when I learned of peeling mica very thin Pioneers took the grandest stones To make the windows before glass glowed The mica sparkled as if it were gold And fooled more than a few until arriving At the scale to receive their kah-ching Yet to a Read more

  • Knowing the 5 Questions

    Know the signs actually. I see them All the time…swear. Application can go wrongly at times Because I forget the five.. Who? What? How? Where? When? That morning we casually talked and I saw The Raven eating squirrel entrales, 6 feet (Who doesn’t know this means death?) from my feet, and I knew Change. The Read more

  • My Mother Chose A Robin

    By Vivi Sojorhn     She was drumming in circles and Was told she must name her spirit hands By spirit or her logical keep A Robin flew luckily to her feet Now she looks every spring for Robin’s stand.   2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more

  • Befrilliant

    By Vivi Sojorhn   There once was an Egret named Phil He wobbled for the weight of his frill He had no idea ‘Til he saw in a “mirra” He held his head higher in chill.   2025(c)Vivi Sojorhn Read more

  • 80-years and Such

      How did you think to make it through blood and war, both with your body and the world? Attitude, Girl! We must have SWAGGER even when the world does not. Then you were faking it? Some would definitely say so. However, I would say that I simply decided. You decided? Yes, I did. Because, Read more

  • Our Lady is Unlocked

    NOVEMBER PANTOUM   Under scaffold and stone, dreams rise, Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood. Locks click into place, bridges sag with unrequited love, Her walls, once crumbling, sing of love reborn.   Once a scaffolded crone, grey and burned, she barely stood, Our Lady crowned anew with her sacred art. Read more

  • Do These Eggs Stink?

    PANTOUM FOR NOVEMBER   The dream hangs heavy, haunting my sleep,A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life.My life goes on, important on its own,The waiting eggs, their purpose bittersweet.   A nest of eggs in the Tree of Life, The years each a feast, though never quite complete. The waiting eggs, their purpose Read more

  • Surprise, Honey

    SEPTEMBER FREEFORM Leaving safe stillness,  sleep swayed silence,she stirs in her blankets, gathers fresh flowers,soft sunlight spilling,but shadows slink closer,unspoken sequential words linger,fingers curling, fear flickers.   Once, warmth woven,wonderful whispers,waltzing in the garden,where laughter lingers,but now,the air thickens,a tempest brews,an echo of anger, knife held in querythe storm breaching the calm.   Cautious cadence,careful Read more

  • Forgiveness in the Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more

  • Real Coffee

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST A cup of coffee in the dawn’s race to day,  It warms my dreaming hands, my eyes catch sun’s first ray. Bitter meets the cream,  A storm brews at the horizon of my soul  Energy’s purpose unleashed. More please. Aromatic waves,  Barista’s art in the paper cup, a lid keeps in a  Read more

  • Where is the Wind

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the Desert The quiet hush trips over grains of sand so slight,But who stole desert’s breath, leaving colder the night? At the South Pole Icebergs groan and crack, where winds usually roam,Who snatched the wild gusts, leaving no foam? On a Sailboat The sails barely billow, the sea’s gentle sigh,Just who Read more

  • Trapped by 60

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In this antique shop, my body stands,  A trap of treasures from bygone lands.  Black Mid-century chairs hung like a bell,  whispers of youth in their fiberglass shell.  Lava lamps glow, casting hynotizing dreams,  Lost in the haze of guitar streams.  Vinyl records spin, their melodies wail,  echoes of life in a Read more

  • My Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In vibrant blooms, my garden brings,  Beauty alive where wildness clings.  Petals dance in harsh winds and flow,  Weeds, too, have circle moves to show.  Lavender whispers, aroma so bright,  In tangled growth, colors feel so right.  Containers, even broken, hug tales, lush and green,  It’s plenty work in every corner, weeds Read more

  • Peaceful Resignation

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go Read more

  • No Longer

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Empty streets where their names fade,Ghosts of laughter, memories once laid. Once alive with vibrant sounds,now just silence and empty grounds. Fading signs and our crumbling walls,whispers of life’s inner curfew calls. Where the flowing river danced with light,Now that sun set? A new moon swallows night. Maps erased, a vacant space,Seizures Read more

  • Apart

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST In every pulse, our hearts entwine,  Stars whisper truths through electric lines.  Deepest roots reach to broken lives,  Nurturing stumps, learning to thrive!  Wings spread wide, they chart the sky,  By their sides, we learn to fly.  At the coffee table, we seem apart,  Yet souls entwined, we share our hearts.  An Read more

  • Thirsty

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST   Silent dark in starlight falls a thief,cool as a glass of water, dreams begin to breathe. Galaxies whisper secrets in a fit,each a drop of promise, each without respite. Of cosmic ashes, new worlds are born,renewal in the void, I am  storm In the vast unknown, we reach for our gracewith Read more

  • 10 Pieces of Black Licorice

    LENAY FOR AUGUST Trying to eat my licorice slowly, Paying attention to the muscle-y Strength of flavor filing itself In my many taste buds, middle shelf I’m alone usually in my adoration Of the salt, sugar and spices shunned Honestly, more for me, and I Don’t even mind if black Dyes My tongue and sticks Read more

  • Long Summer Evenings

    It is a delightful temperature. Makes me feel the chill from the grass and the heat of pavement, and the sense I long for it to last, to stay this way forever so I can slip into the shadows and watch the mountains turn magenta and Prussian blue while the sky is golden and pink Read more

  • There Is This Old Woman

    7’s of 7th Month #10 She comes at me like a monster with Open arms, teeth showing, high-pitched Voice! Her voice squeaks in my ears Hiding beneath, behind around quik Before she picks me up and squeezes my Stomach. I swear I will vomit or nip She’s getting trained though thank Dog. Read more

  • Sleepless

    CINQUAIN #29 It is Normal for me To sleep much of twenty- Four hours, just not when the moon Giggles Deep in The night my eyes Wide open and my soul Breathes in study for other Sweepings Of old Alchemy that Serves not my life now or I just learned only waters my Garden. Sleepless Read more

  • Moonlight Sonata

    CINQUAIN #28 Placing resin Into mortar and pestle I grind in ritual to reconnect With my soul lost in the windy day I hope As I Light the disc of Charcoal, blowing on it gently for My feet to touch the ground this evening. I drop Burning heat Into the thurible covered In slivers of Read more

  • Perfection

    CINQUAIN #27 The luxury Of perfection would seem To come from bank, but not True. Look up at a cloud there, holding The sky! Read more

  • My Little Red Fox

    Cinquain #25 Other than The Datsun (how old Am I?) my step-mom generously loaned On college weekends to coach my step-brother On jazz While I Drove him to his Weird father’s house (turned out not So weird as I read his books on TAROT left Behind and They informed my life) Not counting that, my Read more

  • Fast with Food

    CINQUAIN #19 I have A thing for chocolate A slight flirtation will strip me Down to no resistance, even as a gateway Fast food. Read more

  • Trust Truly

    Cinquain #18 Love is My work, but lately I have felt a challenge in My trust in this work. Maybe I am Supposed to… Report only On the facts and Sort through the files of honesty, Or perceptions like a detective searching for reasons I suffer Physically in This world. How can I trust love Read more

  • Shaky

    Cinquain #17 Convulsions are A trip to unknown Territory. The only scoop is a Vague sense of nostalgia. Have I been here? Then it’s Gone and I am through a Loop of fractiles, a reach to Get on a better timeline than the one I’m on. If I Reach brighter there is a sense For Read more

  • LOOK BEYOND the Apparent

    #4 The day Is new so I Smile with the sun, letting the Wind carry me into the Jetstream, moving so Fast, fast. I will Land on my feet As if nothing ever happened to My journey. It has been a bumpy ride. Climate change Doesn’t hold A candle to my World. With no important Read more

  • Disturbed

    By Vivi Sojorhn How is it that our small, small population has so much strength to face thedisturbed souls who hate us, attack us, kill us? I will tell you that with Love for family everyday we are strong and breathing through, wrapping arms around our littlest and holding hands with those who saw this Read more

  • Northern Sighting

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  • Petrified Woods

    Trees of Giants By Vivi Sojorhn     They are a wonderful Stumps of living from so Long ago, we can only Imagine a different world In this desert of yucca and Prickly pear blossoms The tree covered the ground With dappled shadows Giants passed below Sloths, and Dire Wolves and Mamoth Families loping with North Read more