One last dance with long hair, I wear it now for all the times I didn’t know how; all the times I was told to cut my hair. I’m a wild child:
Now it’s long and divine, all mine, seek
and you shall find underneath the
luscious grapevine
tender waves
unlocking
the goddess
of desire
nipples on fire
a mane
framing her
waist
hips
breasts and
derrière
calling forth
Joie de Vivre
tugging her
near
making
it all so
clear

Wild-like
locks
of
baby
whisps
of
long
long
hair
unveiling
forbidden
fruits.

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson’s debut chapbook Casa de mi Corazón…

Free Verse

Those eyes
untouched by life
open and sound
bright and optimistic
lush and vibrant
colors come together
like baby alive
taking it all in
veiled in such a thin
line
a layer of protection
until life pierces the veil
rips it
tips it
twists it
spins it
brings it
then the Iris transforms
a new eye is born
tainted eyes
dulled
memories evolved
what was seen
or unseen
is found
blends and blooms
into a new moon
or monsoon
but when I see those eyes
in pictures
trapped in time
I can see again
life as a rare gem.

Lindsay…

In Honor of National Poetry Month

The trauma unfolds in
between the folds of
the tapestry
tattooed in my living room
of silence

I howl, but nothing comes out
until a new square
weaves itself onto there
as the old squares start
to unravel
into a loose spool of thread
choking me asleep

I somehow become emboldened
in golden and begin to look —
to actually study
how the threads morph

into knots and bows
and loops and holes
and knots and bows
and loops and holes
and knots and bows
and loops and holes…
— and forget me nots

Sometimes you make a patchwork that…

Welcome to Poetry Matters

I am a Canadian, Jewish, Bisexual writer, and my identity colours my writing. I write poetic stanzas and paragraphs on sex-positivity, motherhood, mental health, travel, education, and storytelling. I earned Top Writer in Poetry, Feminism, LGBTQ, This Happened to Me, and Travel.

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I know by now that you must know that I have a lot to say and I don’t hold back. Actually, I may as well take the time to tell you a bit about myself. Firstly I am a blunt and outspoken person. Maybe it’s because I’m petite and I make up…

What if I don’t want to be
the wife?
I don’t want to be
the welcome mat
the side of fries on your plate
the next bill to file
the mug you pour
your morning coffee into
after measuring the day
in coffee spoons

I’m that painting
that has been
hanging in
the foyer for so long
that it blends in
but there was a time when
that painting was
selected
admired
studied
and then carefully hung
and shared with no compare

Sometimes I want to be taken like the brush strokes in that painting to the Greek islands we…

No, I won’t just join
your online group
for beauty products
for women who are living

I am a pandemic zombie mom
sometimes I feel as though
I don’t belong

A sip of lukewarm coffee
is my nail salon these days
A warm bath that the kids
jump into is my spa
A pizza night delivery
is my restaurant

You get the picture,
don't you?

Lockdown after lockdown school shut down after school shut down it’s any wonder I get any shut-eye I try and try and try but then I cry and cry and cry because it’s been too…

Free Verse

Sometimes my feelings
need to catch up to me
first I can’t feel
I go on as I was
because I can’t heal
upon the sudden kneel
I can’t make it a big deal
for some reason, it’s never ideal
to feel
I need to first eat a meal
let it catch up
to me
sometimes it even
sneaks up
on me
like a strain of cannabis creeper.

At first, I run away no time to contain the pain no need to name then the feelings catch up to catch them in an o v e r f l o…