Words, Post Election
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1st Monday: She


It did not take long
For me to wish I was
A he and not a she.

I chafed against
The norm and social sensibility;
A rebel with her own cause.

He or she would have
Made no difference;
All I wanted to do

Was touch the sky and
Make love to the moon;
I also craved my home.

In conflict and isolation,
This she found joy
In pregnant pauses;

Her breath molded faith;
Her tears hydrated dreams;
Her love birthed promise.

~ Meena Rose

WIP Update – Halfway There

Hello Everyone,

Thank you for joining me on your Holiday weekend. I want to give you all an update on what I’ve been working on these past few weeks. I have started writing a book of prose/poetry that has the current working title “A Flame Through The Heart Of Rose”.

This book will have 12 chapters as well as an introduction and conclusion. I am happy to report that I have written the introduction and the first 6 chapters. I am targeting the end of June to have the first draft of this book completed. Then the editing cycle will begin.

I also have 5 other books as planned WIP that I can pull from as I finish the first draft.

Till the next update!

Meena Rose

Words, Post Election
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3rd Wednesday: I Surrender

Hello Everyone,

I have so many writing updates to share with you but they will have to wait till next Saturday. In the meantime, I wanted to share with you Reclaim Your Bliss (RYB). RYB is a business that I’ve recently launched where I offer coaching and healing work. In addition, I maintain another blog over there. Do visit and check it out. At RYB, I will be blogging about the topics of self-care, being and mindfulness, and walking the Path.

Without further ado, here is this month’s 3rd Wednesday poem.

I Surrender

By: Meena Rose

I learned. It was hard.
A much needed lesson
For this time and place.

Two sides of a coin.
Always. Oblique angles
& learning go
Hand in hand.

To not lose, smoothly release.
To not give up, sigh your surrender.
To not shrink, sublimely let go.

I am simply being.
Teaching as I live.
Living as I learn.

Fortune favors the listener.
Always. Paradigm shifts
& living go
Hand in hand.

Grace, a reward for trusting.
Joy, a reward for gratitude.
Bliss, a reward for intention.

The Reflection Pool based on the Pool by Alex Watson

The Ides of May, Well Almost

Hello, everyone!

It feels like forever and a day since I last posted an entry on Two Voices, One Song. The proverbial rug was pulled from under my feet back in February. It totally rocked my world – work, family and home.

Here I sit, a mere 10 weeks from that event, and so much Light has transpired from the ordeal. At the end of March, I kicked off my own business Reclaim Your Bliss. By April, I joined a community of 44 amazingly spiritual women (creators, writers, healers, teachers, coaches, photographers and the list goes on). The inspiration, love and support has been out of this world transformational.

Through this process of pulling back from routine and transforming it into ritual and through the affirmations of ease and grace, I simply had to step back from my Poetry 365 project and re-evaluate my own publication trajectory through the writing and poetry. I believe Poetry 365 is a very important personal project which I will return to when the conditions are right for that creative exercise.

Now though, I am fueled by an internal fire to write 6 specific books. At this point, I can share that I am actively assembling my first poetry book ever. There will be 3 other books which will follow closely on its heels. I am beyond elated and grateful that the muse is back. I missed her during her absence. Little did I know at the time that she was busy traveling through time and space to collect writing seeds which are a perfect fit for me. In the future, I shall welcome her absences with joy and excitement as opposed to lamentations and sadness.

Everything happens for a reason. This has been reinforced over and over again, especially in the past 10 weeks. For now, my muse and I would like to share the following editorial calendar:

  1. The Reflection Pool (every other Saturday)
  2. Writing Updates (the other Saturdays)
  3. Pause for Poetry (monthly)
    1. 1st Monday
    2. 2nd Tuesday
    3. 3rd Wednesday
    4. 4th Thursday

See you next week on 3rd Wednesday.



Poetry 365: The ABC’s of You


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet.

The ABC’s of You

By: Meena Rose

Authentic, beautifully charismatic
Divine, essentially fine
Grateful heart, intuitive joy
Kindred lover
Magnificent nirvana
Outstanding pleasure
Quiet radiance
Serene transformation
Uniquely vital
Wondrous eXcitment
Yearningly zen


Poetry 365: The Heart Of Me


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to write a calligram. A calligram is a poem where the shape of the poem is as important as the words it contains.

Given that my calligraphy is not where it needs to be pull off what I saw in my mind’s eye and what came out on the paper. I opted to take a different approach.

The Heart Of Me

By: Meena Rose
Calligram: The Heart Of Me

Calligram: The Heart Of Me


Poetry 365: Lather. Rinse. Repeat.


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to write a palinode. Simply stated, a palinode is a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem.

For this challenge, I have decided to use the last poem I’d written for a 20 part autobiographical poetry series back in the Spring of 2013. The poem was aptly titled “Famous Last Words“.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

By: Meena Rose

So the story goes
The same life lesson will
Rock that boat
Over and over and over
Till the epiphany

Change starts within –
A decision to take control
That begins by letting go –
The parachute of forgiveness
Breaks the free fall.


Poetry 365: Social Lubricants


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to write about money.

Social Lubricants

By: Meena Rose

Perhaps I shall launder the money tonight and
Give it a good scrub and a wash behind the ears;
Then again, perhaps I will just stand back and
Look in the mirror and figure out what’s real.

Perhaps, society’s labels simply need to fade;
All this rage about 1 percenters and I seriously
Thought – this can’t be about milk, can it?
Perhaps, being Monday’s quarterback

Opining about the use and flow of money and the
Economic diversity needs a new script;
Replace the if only and the I just can’t;
Toss out the money makes you greedy and the I’m not worth it;

The collective amplifies – how about a shift?
The change starts with me – Money,
I readily welcome you into my life and together
We will help the world.


Poetry 365: Life on Berlioz St.


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to write an aubade or a morning poem.

I had written another morning poem back in 2012. You can read it here.

Life on Berlioz St.

By: Meena Rose

I would trade in much;
What I miss is my East facing window;
Long before I knew the words for it,
I greeted the Sun.

My soul readied for its awakening
And my heart pulsed – renewed purpose
And a renewed promise – a new day broke
As I welcomed it with a smile.

Like the pigeons roosting outside my window,
I stilled myself – an it will never get too
Old awe took over – as the first rays danced
Upon the river.


Poetry 365: Emily’s Bliss


Over at NaPoWriMo.net, we are asked to perform some plastic surgery on one of Emily Dickinson’s poems. I chose I dwell in Possibility to be my source inspiration.

Emily’s Bliss

By: Meena Rose

I dwell in the house of Possibility;
A fairer House than Prosed Verse and Versed Prose;
More numerous of windows – the Soul cannot hide;
And more superior for Doors between the planes;
Cedars impregnable, Sentinel is on hand;
An everlasting Roof expands to hold on to Sky;
Visitors stare and wonder, the question is in their eye;
A realistic possibility or a surrealistic improbability;
Let experience be the judge as I spread wide
My narrow hands to gather Bliss.