A poetic reflection and digital art response to #PrideOnThePage Day 2: ORIGIN—on lineage, loss, and the wild voice that grows through silence and love.
Sunbeamdream—thank you for bringing poetry into this circle. Yours is the first poem shared in this month’s challenge (apart from mine), and what a way to begin. This piece breathes lineage, presence, and protection all at once.
That image of a troupe miming a new world—felt in the body. And these lines:
We are sewing the seams
Of a new fabric
We are spilling tea
On the table
Deliberately
That’s not just poetic—it’s ancestral choreography. A reclaiming. A declaration.
I’m so glad you’re here, weaving words into this tapestry with us.
The visual pieces are wonderful as well!
Thank you so much,I truly appreciate this acknowledgment.
Architecture, expectation and lineage, but no space..oof. that is powerful.
Here is my poem for the origin prompt.
Origin
An ancestor from a thousand years ago
Had a spark in her eye
That was me
I often wonder
If she is looking at the new world
Through our eyes
Her fears and anxieties
Her triumphs and reflexes
Are mine too
Connected through our DNA
Winding through our arms
Like infinity loops
Maybe there is a whole
Troupe of us
Miming a new world together
Maybe our descendants
Will be a part of our puppet show
We can feel like we are the masters of nothing
As warmongers monger around us
But we are sewing the seams
Of a new fabric
We are spilling tea
On the table
Deliberately
As we pour
There is more than enough for everybody
Someone reached out to strike me
And my arm shot out and caught them
I walked out in front of a streetcar
It missed striking me by a hair
Protecting
Choreographing
Inspiring
They huddle around me
I can not take a wrong step
Sunbeamdream—thank you for bringing poetry into this circle. Yours is the first poem shared in this month’s challenge (apart from mine), and what a way to begin. This piece breathes lineage, presence, and protection all at once.
That image of a troupe miming a new world—felt in the body. And these lines:
We are sewing the seams
Of a new fabric
We are spilling tea
On the table
Deliberately
That’s not just poetic—it’s ancestral choreography. A reclaiming. A declaration.
I’m so glad you’re here, weaving words into this tapestry with us.
Thanks so much Jay 🙂
Raw and powerful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Julie for regarding, for replying, for sharing.