NOELLE JOY​
Original Poetry
Poetry comes to me in a flash, like a spark that lights a fire. A fire that until I recently I had never let flow freely when it asked to emerge. I hope you enjoy this selection of my original poetry & that it moves from my heart to speak to the language of your own heart. Additional poems @noellejoylife & many more in my private collection. Love, Noelle Joy
The Way of the Peregrine
by Noelle Joy
Where are you taking me?
Fast and free
Grace of flight
perched high above
Diving for your desires
From the nest, you must find food or you will die
Find nourishment or you will die
Nourishment for your soul
This Guiding to my soul, it will be fast and furious and messy but it will make me whole
Piercing my lip, messy, it soars out of me, but what is it?
Broken hearts transformed into words
For a wanderer home is a feeling, a deep longing to be held, seen, heard, safe in our wandering
Perched on a wire, Lost but still we know where to go
We wander home or maybe wandering is home
Far from home is as close as near to it
Losing and finding at every turn,
loss binds to our connections.
How Many Times Do We Have to Say Goodbye?
by Noelle Joy
That first empty full moon, he wasn’t wrapped up in my words or in my arms.
Dripping with feminine abundance in all his beauty, it felt so far away.
How many times do we have to say goodbye?
The first of many empty full moons.
But we each look at the same moon and I know you are gazing up at it with me, communication comes in other forms.
And suddenly, it was that last empty full moon, she is wrapped up in my spirit or my soul. Dripping with masculine abundance, in all her beauty, it felt so close.
How many times do we have to say goodbye?
Wisdom or Experience
by Noelle Joy
Wisdom or Experience.
Experience or Wisdom.
Catch me if you can. Double Bind. Catch 22.
Too much for the psyche to hold, so the body catches the release,
so soft & bittersweet, the fear fades in the fire.
Ouch.
Change.
Each butterfly with a hurt wing flown on the wings of an angel.
Boundless soul, beauty is here.
That butterfly on my finger, drying its wings so peacefully.
Light streaming through that tree, in the grove.
A little girl fascinated, entranced, the monarch, the trees, the light bewitched her,
so completely that time stood still.
A snapshot in time, snags the soul.
If not for these, life would stand still.
Time still, Life moves.
Grip or Surrender.
Surrender or Grip.
Snapshot, running reel
Ugly, beautiful, fly, fall, fear, love
It all leads to this, LOVE.
So simple, so hard.
