#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”

#songswithoutmusic; Hungry for us

It’s okay to be hungryYou say that you hurt meWhen you opened yourMouth and let her inIt’s okay to want meWhen you’ve made another Choice, our heartsAre beating without aVoiceto pain we couldn’tname I knew you onceAnd ILoved you twiceAnd I Hate thinking ofyou now I loved you alwaysAnd IKnew you thenAnd IHate thinking ofyouContinue reading “#songswithoutmusic; Hungry for us”

Swirling Skirts

She wore three skirtsIt seemed the airLifted her higher Sheets of fabricRustled against her skinReminding her how thin Life wasWithout danceAnd subtle movement In a tranceShe heard violinsBreak the dawn She had crafted from dreamsThat settled in her chestThe night before And as the stars began to singShe settled inAnd woke up The dream siftedContinue reading “Swirling Skirts”

#25 healing poetry; A memory of a gentler time

Water glistens in drops acrossThe face of the mirrorI watchThe new edges of my face appearIn the corners of my eyesAs the wisps of hair around my earSpeak to a gentler timeWhen someone else asked meTo stay steady, steady nowWhile a hairbrush whispered throughMy curlsIt was a gentler worldI piece the memory togetherWith a curveContinue reading “#25 healing poetry; A memory of a gentler time”

Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.

This post will be a little different, because I’m in a different space while writing it. But, an important one, I think. Recently, my body went into shock. Then, I had an actual real-life shock. Then, I said, well fuck-it, what do writers do when everything goes to shit? We write. I’m used to theContinue reading “Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.”

#24 healing poetry; anyway?

I had a daydreamAs the sky grewDark and greyAnd stormyI walkedWith my plastic headphonesCreaking to my stepsI became aware ofBright fairy lightsStrung up in mindRunning throughColourful paper lanternsIt felt like bubbly joy, thereAnd I had a vague senseThat I was smilingWhile I hung upMore paper lanternsAnd I had a vague senseThat I was lighter andContinue reading “#24 healing poetry; anyway?”

#23 healing poetry; safety

Safety feels likeWarm tea onA cold dayYou knowIt’s cold butIt’s okayYou have everythingYou needTo defrost your smileThe cup kissesYour lipsAnd you’re lost in safetyFor a while. Time stands still, In the brush of finger tips, It feels like Safety.

Start-up

I wonder – What will get you to start-up, That engine inside, That knew how to say ‘Enough?’ I wonder why you try – To take the pain away, When the pain is the reason, That you know others aren’t okay? I wonder why you doubt yourself, With your big, kind, juicy heart – IContinue reading “Start-up”

The Dizzying Madness of Words

There’s a dizzying madness, In words like hope. Did you sing her a sweet lullaby? Before you swung on the rope. There’s a dizzying madness, About words like faith, Did you wipe away her tears? During that long Winter wake? There’s a dizzying madness, About words that hide music, Wrapped up in dulcet vowels, andContinue reading “The Dizzying Madness of Words”

#10 healing poetry; Freedom Washing

I wash down my face, Under cloud-cover and rain. I wonder, what it would be like, If I were the type of person To forest bathe, at night. I think about the lullabies, You sang, Always to the sky. I thought they were for me, But they were a melody, For your wishes, instead. IContinue reading “#10 healing poetry; Freedom Washing”