#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,In the wildwoodI trembleAmong weedsThat growEven in the dark.Even in myheart,Where I havetried,to stamp them out.Today,I admittedYou had no place to inhabitbut painand I’ve beeneating saladsall weekendin some vainhopethat greenerywill sprout withinmeI am tiredIn the wildwoodI am tremblingMy bodyIs disrepairingAnd repairing Like the sunAfter rainI feignAn indifferenceTo this newWildnessEnteringI trembleAnd I write Songs totheContinue reading “#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood”

#18 healing poetry; rest in the forest-sea

She wandered in the mist. Wading in cool green forests, Where dew felt like, the Breath of water in a greater sea. She pushed against ferns, And left footprints in a softer Earth, that called her to rest. Rest on the forest floor, And dream among stars, That are not covered by the lights ofContinue reading “#18 healing poetry; rest in the forest-sea”

#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.

My head is splitting,and I can feel the two halvesas I sit here drenched in imaginary water. It rises up around me,and seems to sing – heal. heal.heal. I focus on my mind,Just for a second, but,it’s too busy.I think it’s a little like a market,just stuck inside my skull.Instead of spilling onto cobblestone alleyways,inContinue reading “#9 healing poetry; heal.heal.heal.”