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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!  

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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...

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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...

The Quiet Grief of Almost

Unrequited love.How heavy it feels.The depth of feelingskept close in this gentle embraceof longing,of your arms wrapped aroundwhat will never lean back.It’s a love with nowhere to go,nowhere to rest,only a hollow spacelong after the doorhas stayed closed.I will carry you gentlyin places you’ll never see.And I will speak your nameonly in my private thoughts,where...

The Changing Tide of Womanhood

I am tired,a bone-deep tiredthat sleep does not touch.Anxious in a waythat has no clear source or reason,lonely even whenI am not alone.My mind is fogged,thoughts drifting like mistI can’t quite part.Words slip away.Certainty dissolves.Madness descends.Then the rage arrives,wild,hot,sudden,and heavy,as if something immensehas been dropped from aboveand landed squarelyin my chest.My body achesin unfamiliar places.Tears...

She

I am she.She who is all I will ever need to be.She who is as soft as the flowing stream,And strong as cascades of rivers.She who walks in love,And through her wounds howls for others.Feels their pain just a deep.She who feels the callAnd trusts her soil-stained feet to wander with spirit.To moss-laced forest or...

Shavasana

ShavasanaDuring yoga class emotions surface,tears come too, without warning.A feeling of abandonment springsout of the unconscious.‘I am no-one’s child anymore,nobody calls me their daughter’.I lie on my mat at the end of class,relax my body, struggle to still my mind.Breathe in, two three, out, two three,the weight of grief begins to shift.I focus on the...