A mess of rope
How did it get to this? You've been neglecting your duties, sailing with your hands off the wheel. Who mans the ship?
Poetry
32 Days
In the garden of my being, seasons dance and sway, Each phase a delicate bloom in its destined way.
If We Could Swap Hearts
If we could swap hearts /
I would sit with your pain /
Let it break all my bones /
Let it drive me insane
Power
The release and let go /
The ebb and the flow /
The emotions arise /
Be still, acknowledge, and let go
Monsters
If you look for monsters /
You will surely find them— /
Simple stringy ones /
To start /
Cute with saucer eyes /
And dripping needle teeth
She Calls Me
The sea, a paradox profound and wide /
In whispers soft, in roaring tide /
She cradles dreams in her gentle sway /
Yet fiercely claims what’s in her way
That Black Dress
This black dress bears the marks of time /
A poignant part of sorrow’s rhyme /
It speaks of loss, but also grace /
A gentle, dignified embrace
Hope
Our hope is our light /
Our hope is in our hearts /
Our hearts are our hope
Earth’s Whisper
Pachamama, mother of all /
Her heartbeat resonates, a primal call /
In each drop of rain and every grain of sand /
Her spirit dances, vibrant and grand
She is Wild & Free
In the depths of her eyes, a universe untamed /
Where constellations of dreams softly flamed /
Her spirit, unbridled, like rivers that flow /
Through valleys and canyons where wildflowers grow.
Healing & Seeing Through Poetry
Poetry also allows me to approach the painful in myself, to gently explore it, understand its underlying quality, to uncover the shapes of grief or anger hidden beneath a difficult event or feeling. It allows the discovery of the nature of what I am trying to approach - to understand that “it is like this”, “it is like that” is incredibly helpful - it allows for greater insight.
Shelter
My luck is a cardboard box /
And food that is scarce /
I don’t belong /
In a world that does not care /
That cannot distinguish /
My pavement body /
On the footpath
