Category: Healing

Walk in the Park

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!

Rebirth – Poem of the Month – December 2021


Although feeling dutiful
I bear no responsibility
for your life, your happiness,
your faults
I cannot heal you with my kindness

My blunted wire cutters 
useless against the barbed wire
of a venomous man-child 
A pit bull on a pant leg
Shaking life from me

Gnawing away
at my compliant being
until reality
is distorted and blurred

Wanting to believe in love
I have scraped away
at the bottom of the well
Hearing the dull, empty sound
of nothing 

Doing what I need to do
I declare
I am strong
I am willful
I will not shrink or break

I will explore and expand
away from you
who depletes my energy
and poisons
my heart with toxins

A Phoenix rising
from her own ashes of death
The rebirthing of a soul 
in spiritual enlightenment
I am free

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Image Pixabay



Amongst life’s clutter
and noise
I long for peace
For days to do nothing
but stare at a flour-dusted sky
For times when my senses
are not assaulted
by ignorant opinions
and human ugliness

I would recoil and slip into 
a monochrome world 
Matte and lusterless
Black and white
Honest in its presentation 
All shades of grey invisible
and not clouding thoughts
What you see is what you get
and chaos lives elsewhere

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Word prompts

Stream of Consciousness - Black, white,  grey
Rag Tag Daily Prompt - Clutter

Zero to Crazy – An Awakening

Zero to Crazy – An Awakening

In the stillness
of the dawn
There is a chance
for a new beginning
A time to cast away
that which no longer works
The mangled
and exhausted dialogue
Repeated endlessly
and accepted as gospel
A new language
to be learned
and a fresh way
of communicating 
My beloved
I fear we are
at an impasse
My heart
fights with my head
and it will always win
I languish in the love
and you thrive in the war
Zero to crazy
in three seconds
is no longer the norm
It must end
It did end
and this is the new dawn
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Ingrid is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with
writing a poem about pain that we have experienced but have come out
on the other side letter and stronger.  I went back into my Poetry for
Healing archives as I remembered writing this in October 2019. I think
it fits the prompt.

Image by Devalei Love from Pixabay 


Peacefulness – Poem of the Month – October 2021


A wading heron stands silently in the water
Comfortable with its one-leggedness
A whisp of crown plumage
Wavering in the cool breeze
The gentle sight soothing, calming
Allowing the mind to close out noise
and soak in the peacefulness of the moment 
Roused from a reverie
by the rustling of dried grasses
I have stood many a time
at the doorway of dreaming
as nature strokes my hair
with her breath and gently kisses
my face with raindrops

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All Rights Reserved

Sanaa, from a Dash of Sunny is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight.  She has
prompted us with using a line from one her beautiful poems and has asked
us to replace one or two of her words with derivatives.  I chose he following
line from her poem Buck Moon, Part II Seeing Things - “The rustling of leaves;
I have stood many a time at the doorway of dreaming.” I switched out leaves for
dried grasses.

Photo by Craig Cameron on Unsplash


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