her/guide

Summary

Vixen Lea reflects on transformation and companionship through personal and divine experiences, as expressed in her poetry.

Abstract

Vixen Lea, a mother and blogger, shares her intimate journey through poetry, revealing a transformation from solitude to a sense of connection and divinity. Her work suggests a past struggle with isolation, countered by a realization of an ever-present companionship, likened to a "whisper-keeper." This unseen presence has been a consistent factor in her life, tallying the overlooked synchronicities and guiding her through wrong turns. Lea's poetry serves as a testament to the power of presence and joy amidst the chaos of daily life, emphasizing that we are not alone. Her writing is a mosaic of past experiences, a once-shiny old plate now pieced together to form a future narrative.

Opinions

The author conveys a personal evolution from feeling alone to understanding a connection with something divine.
There is a sense of comfort and guidance derived from an unseen presence, which the author likens to both a "crone" and a "whisper-keeper."
The poem suggests that life's synchronicities and wrong turns are meaningful and should not be overlooked.
The act of writing poetry is presented as a means of holding onto joy and presence in the midst of the demands of parenting and daily life.
The author's experiences have led her to a conviction that we are not alone, which is a central theme in her work.

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I remember you locked around my green bones and carrying me like a sack of broken tiles, knocking and scraping a future mosaic a once-shiny old plate

there was a time before I understood divinity (that worn-out rhyme) when all I could do was drown my eyelids were the surface, but I had that and I had this and I had ten-thousand more where those came from

I suppose you were there, like always tallying overlooked synchronicities (who wants to count wrong turns?) not saint, but crone my long-haired whisper-keeper under the bed under the skin

because we’re all taught to believe that we’re alone until one day I closed my eyes and I was not.

Vixen Lea is a mother to two small children and a number of animals, but first and foremost she is a human struggling to hang on to joy and presence. Poetry helps her remember who she was before juice boxes and laundry and playdates. Her writing can be found on her blog wakinguprazzledazzle.com.

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