Salve

Brenda Bridges

Description

If you enjoy short poems about nature, women's empowerment, birth and death then this book may resonate with your heart. Even if you do not normally enjoy poetry, you may want to try this little book of poems, there are a few gems that may help in your adventure through life.
This little book of poems is rich with insight. There are magical word images that help us connect with the natural world. There is insight into experiences that are common and yet utterly unusual. Brenda has a gift of calm, patient, observation. She honed her gifts from years of experience as a Midwife, sharing in the sacred gift of birth. Her unusual perspective comes from being an Anglo female, who lived on two Indian reservations, loving the people and welcoming their babies onto the planet. She wrote for herself and she wrote for you.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 24 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765235485
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Salve
for times like these...a poetry collection
BRENDA BRIDGES


Copyright © 2022 Brenda Bridges.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
 
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The author of this book does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for emotional and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, the author and the publisher assume no responsibility for your actions.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.
 
Interior Image Credit: Brenda Bridges
 
 
 
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3547-8 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-3548-5 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 11/22/2022
Contents
Gaming
Horney Toad
Rise
Dusk Memories
Grandmother
Birth
End Times
No Life
Quaking
A Hug
Pandemic
Quarantine
Ambush
Body Speaks
Edge
Brown Borders
Watching
Today
My Backyard
Landing
Landing Again, Upside Down
Her story
Storm
Winter Cross-Stitch
Autumn
Tree behind the House
Lughnasadh
Haiku
In the Age
A Letter to My Grandchildren
In the Age of Cailleach
I Pointed
Invited
Hawaii
Luna Bug
Slow Down, Keep Going
A Deer
Rez
Ralph
Standing
The Call
I Am
Colorado Sunset
Deer Woman
Benevolent Universe
Just In
A Prayer
Sharing
About the Author
Gaming
On a hill caught a star.
Glowing peach orb
now lives in Zelda’s box.
Horney Toad
Mashing loam,
Footprints
sink silt.
Precious
pollen
placed
on grandfather’s
back.
Rubbery
spikes
hold close.
Place
next
to
your
heart.
The old one—
two teeth,
gummy smile—
whispers.
Rise
Women are drumming.
The water is rising,
and they are too.
 
Moon whispers
into their songs.
Feet play with the earth.
 
She hears their voices,
feels their toes,
links heartbeat with drum.
 
Hidden in plain sight,
they stand together,
an ant raft
holding paws.
Dusk Memories
Mushy red sweetness
over lips onto tongue.
Sipping warm rose tea,
last of this day’s sun
settles in streaks on the floor.
This is the gloaming,
the tween time.
Sharp edges soften.
Everything in the room turns
gooey and golden,
like the time
my mother tucked me
into my bed of green,
and I turned into a strawberry.