March Poem Dump

 

March has been a month of shifting. I am quietly searching for work as an administrative assistant or data entry specialist. I have quit Instagram on my tarot business and deleted the tarot blog. And I have even scaled back operations on my tarot business. I am no longer doing private readings and am shifting to only doing special events at Totem Books in January, February, and October. I would love to share some poetry and prose I've written over the last few months to celebrate Spring in the Northern Hemisphere.

More Than a Canvas
By: Samantha Jean Tate

I'm not someone who inspires an artist

To paint me naked on his canvas

Or a poet to write a love sonnet

Of our heartbreaks and passion.

I'm someone who says you'll be okay

After a harsh storm

Or goes out to eat pizza

And share a slice.

I'm the someone who will laugh at your jokes

And clown it up with you

Someone who will lie on your chest

Comforting you in the middle of the night.

I'm a love worth waiting for

A love to know

A love to catch

And a love that is immortal

Unlike naked bodies

That will wither away with age

Or a beautiful face

That gets wrinkles at 50.

I am a love that deserves to be protected,

To be cherished,

And held in your arms.

I'm Gone

By: Samantha Jean Tate

Dying for love.

The music played louder,

The messages were clear.

But not just any love.

Your love.

Your love kept me going.

And now that it's gone,

I'm gone.

Burn By: Samantha Jean Tate

Friend: "What structures are you most ready to burn down next with this fierce energy you're embodying?"

My response:

"A woman must submit and obey her husband."

Nope, not me. 

"A woman must be nurturing, kind, and soft."

Hell no.

"A woman's place is in the kitchen."

FUCK NO.

"A woman cannot lead."

FUCK TO THE HELL NO!

Tate By: Samantha Jean Tate

I really lovedislike my name

Samantha Jean Tate.

She's the one who's unstable

She'll cancel last minute,

She'll quit a job she doesn't like,

She cries at the drop of a hat

In short,

SHE'S A MESS!

I really lovelike my name

Samantha Jean Tate.

She stands up for what is right,

She's resilient as hell,

She comes from a long line of fighters

In short,

SHE'S DEFIANT!

I really love my name

Samantha Jean Tate

She's complex,

She's a paradox,

She backtracks a lot

But hey,

Who's perfect?

In short,

SHE'S ME!

These Cards By: Samantha Jean Tate

These cards have told many stories,

many fortunes,

many truths,

many lies.

Creases from shuffling

In various hands.

Figuring out their purpose

or if he will call again.

These cards fed me,

nurtured me,

taught me lessons

about me

about others

about love

about life

about death

and sad goodbyes.

These cards hold many secrets,

especially mine,

which will be taken

to the grave after peaceful slumber.

These cards will return to dust,

along with my body,

mind,

and soul.