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Poetry
In Saoró we believe that reading and writing poetry supports a spiritual and creative life because they foster deep processing, emotional expression, and a heightened awareness of the human experience. Poetry beautifully distills complex feelings and universal truths into evocative language, allowing us to connect more deeply with our inner selves and the world around us. Engaging with poetry cultivates mindfulness, inspires our imagination, and encourages a sense of wonder and awe, all of which nurture our spiritual growth. Poetry also stimulates our creativity by challenging the mind to find new ways of seeing and expressing reality, supporting deep exploration and self-discovery essential to a vibrant, full and authentic life. It is both food and medicine for the soul.
In Ireland we have a strong lineage of poetry going back to the ancient times of the revered traveling Bard. Every year we host a poetry month on Saoró and we get to witness the incredible depth and beauty of this sacred form of creative wor ship that still holds a place in Irish hearts.
Got poetry you would love to share? We warmly invite you to send in your work and we can showcase it on Saoró. This space is free, heart-led, and open to all who create with purpose, play, and soul. Just send your details & work to us and we will get in touch!
A cup of peace
As I sat alone with coffee warm,and watched the world drift by,no rush, no noise inside my chest,just calm beneath the sky.The streets were full of passing lives,of stories I don’t know,yet in that moment, still and soft,I felt myself just slow.The headlines shout of distant wars,of chaos, fear, and pain,but here I sat in...
Open to it all
Open to it allWhen small and sick not feeling goodand all i need was a belly rubcold towel on the face and my mothers loveI was open to it allWhen outside I could hear the rain sounded to me like soft music playingI was open to it allWithin the sunshine warmth it stop that cold...
Land of my Ancestor
Mountain sidefull of quartziteHills coveredIn bog soilOnly for grazingLand so infertileCrystal lakesPurple heatherNo potato to growChildren light as a featherFields riddled with blightLandlordsin the big housesStill doing alrightFamine comesHard timesSoup kitchensPeople lineThe fight to surviveLong queue’sIllness and deathIs all the newsLand of my motherLand of my fatherLand of my ancestorBailiffs swarmBattles ensueTenement shacksHouse in disrepairDilapidationDreams...
Disobedient Woman
Disobedient WomanLook how they call you disobedientwhen you refuse to conform,to shrink,to minimise,to crawl back into your box,to swallow the scream,the shout,the curse.Disobeying whom?Yourself,or the world?You are here to make ripples.To run wild,climb trees,kiss deeply.To be free.To live at the mercy of your own becoming.Let the tears fall.Let the words drip.Let the passion oozefrom your...
The Yellow Ribbon
I looked for you in thespace between waking and sleeping,in the moments beforeday ends and night truly begins.I searched for that place.I called home.Between your shoulder and chestwhere I once learnedhow to rest.The memory of youwraps itself around me still,your arm,strong, and certain,a shelter I mistook for forever.I felt safe there.God, I felt safe there.And...
My Body is a Prayer
Let me not forgetThat my body is a prayerEach step is pilgrim,Heel, ball and toeMoving in the sacred placeOf the earth mother.I do not need to beIn the jungle, or the mountains,Concrete paving is also sacredAnd carries me home to prayerIf I remember.If I do not forgetEach syllable can be a psalmEach word a holy...
In The Presence of an Angel
On Wednesday last, I met an Angeldressed up as a man,no wings,no halo,just a presence in the chair,that felt like remembering.He found meIn a moment,I didn’t know!Which way to go?As questions sat heavy,and the path aheadwas blurred and distant.But his voice was softit carried weight,the kind that settles deep,far beyond doubt and fear.At the end,he...
Where I Can Be
His arms felt like couragewrapped around my waist.And in that one momentI could finally let goand just be.No holding.No pretending.No hiding.No quiet negotiationswith myself.Just breathand warmthand the steady rhythmof him and me.In this room,in this space,in this moment.There was wild freedom herein this small, vast space.Where the world slowly fell awayand all that remainedwere the...
Dandelion
Oh dandelion Oh dandelionyour petals are so fineRoots are medicineLeaves are lunchAll over my gardenAll in a bunchYou are So resilientYou are So toughYou get mowed downYou get back upEven aftersome round up..Pesticides, strimmerMower and hoeThey try everythingTo fight against your flowA Bees delightA gardeners despairCarrying your nectarThrough the airWith roots so strongLeaves so greenPetals...
Rupture
Grief arrives.A blunt force invasion.Forcing its way down your throat and past your chest to rip away a piece of your heart.Empty.It feels empty inside, a void. How can such emptiness be so heavy to hold?The urge to puke.The instinct to grab, to claw, at what?Why.Such shallow breaths.Such strange thoughts.A shuddering spirit, forsaken soul.You can't...
An Open Field
An Open FieldObstacles are our wingsSomeone wrote andIt’s trueTake the hares in an open field:A cold frost early Spring morningNear the mouth of the EstuaryA place where the first rays of sunlightwere breaking over the field aheadglistening with icy dewthen all of a suddenWhile everyone else was looking high up for the warblersFilling the air...
Do Not Call This Love
I feel it.His eyes undressed me,not with tenderness,and not with care,but with his swaggering entitlement.As if my bodywere something to take,something already hiswithout ever asking.His hands reached out,not to hold,but to claim.To possess.To rewrite,to dismantle my boundariesas though they were optional.And still,I am toldthat this is LOVE.But I say no.Absolutely not.Do not dress this violationin...