Poetry is natural medicine, it is like a homeopathic tincture derived from the stuff of life itself–your experience. Poems distill experience into the essentials. Our personal experiences touch the common ground we share with others.”
~ Excerpted from Poetic Medicine: The Healing Art of Poem-Making
Wounded
I write
Heal
Risk
Again
Live
Boldly
Love
Freely
Move
Serenely
In this world
Wounded
I write
To right
What’s wrong
*Written for Verse First ~ Poetry Heals
Chameleon, I mastered early
Authenticity? Years to attain
Lacking a soul nurtured fondly
Self love came
First
Once fiercely and tenderly caring for me
Became the norm
I could see
The way
Loving unconditionally
From fear
Finally free
Love, NYC © Kim Nelson
There will always be opposition
Evil will ever exist
Fear and hatred?
They will be present
Your role, your work?
Resist
Wake up
And Love
*Shared at Poets United’s Verse First
Dandelion by Maria Sibylla Merian
A discussion of weeds, taking place in the garden:
It’s a weed. Pluck it
But to me
It’s salad greens
Packed with minerals, nutrition
It’s a weed. Pull it out.
If we’re patient, you’ll see
It’s a wildflower, bright pink, free
from conformation
It’s a weed. Hoe it down.
Now it’s clear
I see
That we see
Life differently
Forgiveness
Falling through the floorboards
Of the house on Cedar Lane
The one where no one loved you
Where abuse and violence reigned
Falling through the floorboards
I arrived in days gone by
And watched as no one loved you
Where you smothered silent cry
Falling through the floorboards
My own history I changed
As I showed them how to love you
True connections were arranged
Falling through the floorboards
To that place where you were young
I learned to fully love you
True forgiveness has begun
