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
A few days ago my friend and mentor, Sherry , challenged us to write about our inner Wild Women. Reading my fellow poets’ responses taught me more, helped me more, than most other recent endeavors. We are a powerful crew! This poem was borne of those readings, along with gratitude and appreciation for gifts and talents that abound.
When we embrace
uniquenesses
and let our lights shine
bright
the brilliance enlightens
selves, each other
illuminates the way
for souls, younger
and blinds the fools
everybody wins
across the world
the result is the same
empower women
civility reclaim
…
empower
females
of the breed
to eliminate
the need
for the follow-up care
we’re stingy to share
when they break and they bruise and they bleed
and we call it a domestic matter
…
across the world
the result is the same
*Based on evidence published in “Half The Sky” by Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. Kristof and WuDunn tell us that across the world, give men protection and resources, and those men benefit. Give women additional resources and protection; generations benefit.
Some days the poem that cries out, needs a voice and an audience, is purely elemental.
Peace
is within
despite
what one is
without
