Así Soy

I am magic
down to my every bone.

Deep in every cell
I carry the imprint
of some dancing mother
ready to embrace me
in the twine of forgotten DNA.

My magic within hums
in tune to the magic around me.
My bones remember the beat
even when my mouth stumbles over the words.

This magic and I are one.
There is no wall
saying, “Here it begins”
and “There it stops.”

But you want to quantify it, own it
while at the same time looking down on it.  
Imagine that…

Consider that magic flees from disdain
and force. Stop and understand
that eyes that have decided on definitions
before they are even opened are as good as blind.


Harvest Brew by Lady Viktoria
More of her enchanting art is available at her Etsy store.
This poem is linked to Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads: Just One  Word - Imagine and Poets United's Pantry of Poetry and Prose #9.


Song Choice: Así Soy (Spanish cover of This is Me from the Greatest Showman) by Calle 42

50 comments:

  1. The magic is magical, Rommy! It is good to imagine where the strength came from, the DNA is revealing!

    Hank

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  2. I love "I carry the imprint of some dancing mother." What a cool thing to have in one's DNA.

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  3. Love how you used DNA in your poem ... a unique approach to the challenge and it works!

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  4. My daughter is an artist and I have a great great Aunt who was an artist as well. It was spine tingling to see how alike their artist's brush strokes are - and similar styles... My daughter had never seen the art before. Yes, the "dancing mother" line is very cool.

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    1. It's cool to see the things that get passed down in families

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  5. magic flees from disdain

    This is why so many people miss out on the magic in this world.

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  6. Oh gosh I love the voice, the attitude here, Rommy. You tell em! It is those who have different expectations and disdain who are missing out.

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  7. Solstice blessings to you and yours, Rommy!

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  8. Oh, those last 2 lines say it all. Salute!

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  9. I'm with Sarah. May I please marry that last stanza? I promise to be good to it, to adore the truth it tales, to remind it every day just how perfect it is.

    Seriously, those who live in a tiny box with no windows, can rarely see beyond their walls.

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  10. Sdaly so many have made up their minds before they understand anything as they have such fixed impressions, for we are surrounded by blind minds.

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  11. Ah those judgemental eyes, yes they are blind eyes

    Happy Sunday

    Much🎅love

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  12. Ah, yes, magic must be welcomed, or it will surely flee. It will have nothing to do with disdain and force.

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  13. I wish I had written this. I experience this so often--I have experienced this for so long! Thank you for this poem.

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  14. This is gorgeously written, Rommy!! I so love and resonate with the closing lines; " Stop and understand that eyes that have decided on definitions before they are even opened are as good as blind." Yes!!🔥❤️

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  15. I would give up on disdain and go for the magic... that's why poetry rules

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    1. I mean, it really seems like the only sensible thing to do

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  16. Bravo, Rommy! A powerful gut-punch of uplifting, life-affirming realness! I too love the line: "I carry the imprint of some dancing mother ready to embrace me in the twine of forgotten DNA." When read through the lens of someone without a loving mother in this life, it is a powerful belief to cultivate that there is a "forgotten" spiritual DNA linking one to a mother energy beyond. And thank you for the music video. For anyone who hasn't watched it, go take a look and then read Rommy's poem again. Fantastic! Así Soy! Aquí estamos!

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words and insightful comments!

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  17. I really liked reading this. Right away it reminded me of the slight young Russian dance teacher I had on the QEII. She followed my every move as if I was really leading me. And so light to move her, as if she were reading my mind.
    ..

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  18. LOVE this line: eyes that have decided on definitions
    before they are even opened are as good as blind.

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  19. imprint of some dancing mother- love that!

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    1. I was tickled by the mental images it brought up

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  20. Your last line reminds me of the adage: There's none so blind as those who will not see..
    Thank you, Rommy, for giving me something to think about.

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  21. This poem is not only powerful but it is beautiful.

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  22. My magic within hums
    in tune to the magic around me.
    My bones remember the beat
    even when my mouth stumbles over the words.

    LOVE!!!!

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