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    In Water Not Blood: Poems by Sunday
    In Water Not Blood: Poems by Sunday
    In Water Not Blood: Poems by Sunday
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    In Water Not Blood: Poems by Sunday

    By Sunday Blu

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    Written during the profound global upheaval between 2019 and 2023, In Water Not Blood braids ancient traditions of nature-based spirituality, dreaming, song and prayer with the realities and anxieties of modern life. A celebration of the healing power of nature and poetry, these poems are as much soft and sp

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKarin Jervert
    Release dateMar 18, 2023
    ISBN9781088093078
    In Water Not Blood: Poems by Sunday
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    Sunday Blu

    Sunday is a visual artist and poet as well as a mental health and nature activist. She works with the power of art and nature as medicine. She has sutdied the ability of art and language to affect history, change individual as well as collective consciousness, and transform suffering and trauma. You can find more about Sunday's work at hopenumber29.com or on Instagram @sundayblue.poet

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      Book preview

      In Water Not Blood - Sunday Blu

      A PRAYER FOR THE WARRIORS OF

      STORY AND SONG

      For the warriors of Love and authorship,

      Art-making and Song.

      What does the world see of you?

      What does the world hear of your voice?

      What hands hold your face as the truth falls from your lips?

      What Water do you drink?

      And from whose cup?

      How does it taste?

      I do not know what is wrong with us.

      I do not know the Tree to pluck the Flower that grows for us—

      The warriors of Story and Song.

      But, like Water, like ink, like Sound

      Our Love flows into the hands that hold each other’s faces—

      Into the lips that kiss the feverish foreheads,

      Into the cups filled with Flowers that we share,

      Into the ears that have not heard of Love,

      The eyes that have not seen it,

      Into the backs that break reaching for it,

      And the minds that fracture from the weight of it.

      A WOMAN, A WOLF,

      AND A WHALE

      As the land is set ablaze,

      And the people’s souls are aflame—

      We lay awake at night,

      Listening for a song of peace,

      A song of grief—

      So we can finally weep for what we lost,

      For what we forgot.

      But, the only sound is the roaring of the sea at the edge of everything.

      Underneath the Water,

      The Whale sings for healing.

      She knows that the Fire only eats the Air,

      But she and the Water are one.

      She knows her song is filled with sorrow.

      And she knows its purpose and its power.

      Somewhere a Wolf sings to the moon of Hecate,

      Calling on the leaders of the lost.

      She knows her song is one of solitude,

      She knows she will always vie for life,

      And never be sacrificed.

      She knows there is no disguise of harm clever enough to make her an offering.

      And she knows her purpose and her power.

      Somewhere at the edge of Dreams,

      A woman smiles at Christ’s Cross,

      She sits on one arm of it swinging her feet,

      While her ancestors dance below to the beat.

      She

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