Category: Healing

More Wrong Than Right

More Wrong Than Right

Beneath the layers
of this madness
I sometimes catch a glimpse
of how it used to be
It surprises and touches
this heart closed off in self-healing

In honesty, I know
those moments I remember 
are only the special ones 
The others are buried deep 
in a pit if animosity
where they will eventually die

My lapses into the past are brief
Memories can bring a smile 
or stab deep in the gut 
Perhaps it is better not to linger there
What we had was always
more wrong than right



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For Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

In The Lonely Hours – Poem of the Month – December 2022

In The Lonely Hours

In the lonely hours
consumed with the things I cannot control
I drown in the sadness of my life
My decisions, right at the time
are haunting and daunting
Fearing no escape from the gate-less prison
of my choices
Guilt overwhelms as duty reigns supreme
When all seems lost
a caring person breaks the spell
on a mind paralyzed with fear
The words, so simple
but clarifying and freeing

Just walk away




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When Time Stands Still

When Time Stands Still

It is still early as the sun has barely broken the dawn
Sky, a pale yellow-grey and dew clings tightly to the grass
The early bird yet to waken and give us his morning song
A blanket of silence comforting and welcome
Precious solitude invaluable before facing the day
It is in these moments that time stands still
I am gifted with peace and I give thanks


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Prompts

RDP - Thanks
Stream of Consciousness - Morning
Earthweal - Open Link Weekend

Through Any Window

Through Any Window

Through a window
Raindrops fell silently
Pooling in miniature puddles
Between cobblestones
Water gently washing away
The day’s grime

Reminiscent of how, in quietness,
and behind the scenes of everyday events
The universe repairs and renews
A flower with thirst quenched
Dry, barren fields ready to receive seed
Dirt slowly becoming mud and disappearing

A metaphor for life that sometimes
Stops you in the tracks
of confusion and hesitancy
Wondering what has sullied your life
On this day, and why
Soon a cleansing rain will come

Revitalizing, restoring and reenergizing
Freshening all it touches
Life’s problems coming clean in the wash
Forgetting easily what had saddened
and temporarily paralyzed the soul
Life goes on



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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse

Walk in the Park – Poem of the Month – September 2022

Walk in the Park

I walked that I might breathe
Each inhalation pushing the oxygen
Up to my brain until my head cleared
and normalcy returned
Every step taking me further away
from the source of my discontent
I absorbed the surroundings
Following the bend in the river
A gentle susurrus shook
The weeping willow blossoms
Sunlight disappeared beyond the treeline
as dusk staked its claim on the day
From the corner of my eye
a scintilla of light flashed
to the left, then the right
Fireflies shining in the twilight
Glowing on and off
Teasing the viewer
tempted to catch them
It was then I knew
I had found my querencia
My safe place of peace
Where my equilibrium could return
Stopping to wonder at the light show
I rested a while, thankful for the sojourn



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Mish is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D’Verse and has prompted us with unusual words that have been finding their way into our everyday language. We are to use three of her suggestions in our poem.  I chose Susurrus, Scintilla and Querencia.  You will find
their meanings on the D’Verse link along with the others available.

A Lighter Shade of Dark

A Lighter Shade of Dark

Thoughts swirling around in my head
Constantly in motion, confusing
Making sense and then senseless
Unable to control their movement
Reminiscent of the oscillating fan
hanging from the ceiling
I stare at it listening to the gentle hum
and the clinking of the pull
caught in its own draught
Disoriented by my own
uncontrollable emotions

I watch the rotations above me
allowing them to calm my mind
Mesmerized by the gyration
and feeling my heartbeat slowing
My eyelids flutter in silken silence
to the rhythmic, gentle turning 
Unaware of time passing
Becoming sober in thought
and centered of spirit
My outlook had become
a lighter shade of dark


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Word Prompts

Oscillating - Word of the Day
Sober - FOWC
Silk - RDP

At Peace – Poem of the Month – June 2022

At Peace

With nothing but my own thoughts
to keep me company
I sit in silence
Tendrils of light are streaming
through the trees, captivating
my imagination and inspiring my muse
Losing myself in wonder I allow
these moments to dream, ignoring 
what I think must be done
When still, I understand the process
Nature is drawing me back 
balancing my weary mind
reminding me to breathe deep
and to cease the constant motion
if only for moments
That I might repair body and soul
Without which I am of little use


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse

Field of Dreams – Poem of the Month – April 2022

Field of Dreams

This field of dreams lies barren
but for the dandelions that thrive
Patchy grass and dry dirt ensure
trespassers will not tread the fallow soil
For now it rests uncultivated
and the weeds teach resilience
Needing little care to show their beauty
The color of sunshine they lie en masse
A carpet of yellow, brightening a landscape
devoid of visual beauty
Flourishing without attention
Tough and hardy
Beauty in its persistence and perseverance
When ready, this land will again be sown
with hope and aspirations
Its strength in its dormant roots
that lie still, waiting, refusing to die


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse tonight
Mish hosted D'Verse Poetics on Tuesday and featured art by Vika Muse.
An artist from Ukraine.
She wanted us to choose one of her works to inspire a poem.
I chose this beautiful one of dandelions. I was too late for Tuesday's
prompt so am sharing tonight on OLN.
This is Vika's description of her painting: "“Stop War” (“The Dandelion Field’)
This artwork was finished on the day before the war started. It was my
last peaceful day. The last day of my perfect life."

I hope my poem has captured her county's plight
You can see more of Vika's work on her Instagram or here.

At First Light

At First Light

At first light the rolling fog
Sits perched just above the tide
Hovering, unmoved by the sea below
A tiny crab disappears
into its hidey hole in the sand
Shells scattered like confetti
waiting to be bleached by the
morning sun, yet to show its face
Mine the only footprints to mark
their presence on the pristine beach
Soon to be crowded with bodies
lined up like sardines in a can
smothered in oil
These silent moments alone
Precious and priceless


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Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets and gave us some fascinating prompt words
that are actually names of paints.  Here is the list:
* Trumpet
* Tea with Florence
* Chemise
* Confetti
* Goblin
* Mirror
* Rolling fog
* First light
* Hidey hole
* Masquerade
We were to choose one or more to inspire our poem. I chose four:
First light, confetti, rolling fog and hidey hole.

Time To Let Go – A Sonnet

Time To Let Go

As I walk these streets in the rain
My eyes blinded with salty tears
I wonder if I’ll come here again
Maybe not for many more years

Painful return to a place of sadness
Once it held my heart and soul 
Now the memories are only badness
Being back here has taken its toll

Releasing feelings to set myself free
That I may move towards something greater
Wondering where one day I might be
And hoping you will not be a hater

It’s time to say goodbye to the past
Some things are just not meant to last


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Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has challenged us
to write a poem in Iambic Pentameter. See below:

"When I consider Wordsworth’s chosen method of composing, it makes perfect sense, particularly if you want to compose to a walking rhythm such as iambic pentameter: five beats, or ‘footsteps’ to a line ‘da-dun, da-dun, da-dun, da-dun, da-dun.’ Iambic pentameter also sounds like a heartbeat to me."  

I have chosen to use a sonnet form.  Hope it works!


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