Rachel W.

I have the honor of knowing several Rachels, all unique in different ways. Rachel W. is no exception–and I’m thrilled to share this poem with you. This poem that’s a part of the Sister Series, a series of celebrating individual women and sharing their beauty through poetry.

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Rachel W.

by Regan Smith

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The earth laughs in flowers, 
a sweet script of poetry 
Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote. 

If the earth laughs in flowers, 
then she must surely be the 
heavens smiling; created with the 
colored lens of joy, kindness; 
a great gift to the earth. 

And with her ivy green eyes, 
she fully embodies the stature of 
Yarrow flower–for her warmth, 
soft smile, and laughter can heal
even the deepest wounds.

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Rachel B.

This is poem that’s a part of the Sister Series, a series of celebrating individual women and sharing their beauty through poetry; this poem is written to my sweet sister-in-law, Rachel.

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Rachel B.

by Regan Smith

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Her heart is clear blue water–
where sunlight dances on the surface, 
translucent and trusted. 

Tied to all other bodies of water, 
she notices and feels each ripple, 
each wave, tsunami, and storm; 
she absorbs the waves and tides, 
offering herself as solace, and 
shares in their joy when the waves
are quiet and calm. 

And still, a drink is needed, 
fields are thirsty and land is drying up;
for even in the places where 
she can’t reach, she’ll offer herself as rain.

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Joni

This is poem that’s a part of the Sister Series, a series of celebrating individual women and sharing their beauty through poetry. Joni is an incredible soul, always pushing to extend her exposure, always pushing towards growth.

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joni

by Regan Smith

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Walking along a path in the forest, 
her carefree heart makes me remember how 
the flowers don’t have to worry about their petals; 
she is this scripture, a psalm, a field of poppies, personified. 

She stops to sit on a tree that has fallen, and begins to write poetry;
sparrows sing, for when such inspiration is penned to paper, 
it is a glorious creation. She pulls her pen up from the paper 
to admire the wildflowers. They share the same honesty–
inherently full of lively flourish, overflowing with joy, love. 

But just as the wildflower started as a seedling, 
her carefree cheer has effloresced,
through her ever-growing courage.

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The Blue Period

The Blue Period is a creative short film that depicts the beauty of hardship that accompanies distance, change, and loneliness in an experimental nature. The film is paired with a poetry concept created by Eliza Miller, and I was able to script something specifically for this project.

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Nicole N.

Nicole N is an inspiring force. This poem, written with her as the subject a part of the Sister Series, a series of celebrating individual women and sharing their beauty through poetry.

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nicole n.

by Regan Smith

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I was with her once, 
sipping tea, discussing the depths 
of our minds, the strangeness of dreams; 
but I know that this was only a brief encounter, 
for she lives in many worlds. 

She lives in galaxies, making her home in a
crater in the moon; she lives in a fairy forest; 
or among the sand in the middle of an ocean, 
maybe a home in one of her worlds is an 
open-aired room, thick with incense.  

But in every scene, there is a commonality; 
she creates fearlessly, passionately–
surrounded by great beauty; she is never alone.  

She’s met with an omnipresent force, which fills 
her to the brim with joy; whether she creates stars 
or streams or galaxies or poetry, it all resonates 
with others deeper than Marianas Trench. 

But if she never created another seedling, 
never wrote another word–even if she never 
spoke another sound, her warmth radiates; 
her joy is still contagious and creates mindscapes 
of moons of dreams and mountains of hope in others. 

She is fully seen, fully known, fully loved 
for purely her existence.

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Brandi

This is a poem that’s a part of the Sister Series, a series of celebrating individual women and sharing their beauty through poetry. This poem is titled, Brandi, after a sunshine of a soul.

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brandi

by Regan Smith

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Her thoughts are a garden, 
exposing a glorious song. 

During the day, she diligently sows seeds
and during nighttime she draws her flowers: 
the Black-Eyed Susan, White Wood Aster, 
the myriad of Goldenrod blooms. 

She wrangles snakes, pulling them 
out of her garden, grasping their bodies 
right behind the eyes; she holds no fear–
for although she’s been bitten before, 
familiar to the feeling of poison in her skin–

she now holds authority, victory over all: 
depression turned to dreams, 
anxiety turned to assurance, 
her thoughts now at full bloom.

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