#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,
In the wildwood
I tremble
Among weeds
That grow
Even in
the dark.
Even in my
heart,
Where I have
tried,
to stamp them out.
Today,
I admitted
You had no
place to inhabit
but pain
and I’ve been
eating salads
all weekend
in some vain
hope
that greenery
will sprout within
me
I am tired
In the wildwood
I am trembling
My body
Is disrepairing
And repairing
Like the sun
After rain
I feign
An indifference
To this new
Wildness
Entering
I tremble
And I write
Songs to
the stars
that never
drop
in the day
I find my
words disappear
in a lazy intellect
that detects
lies too often
for its own
good
I dance
and howl
like something
wild
in the wildwood
I am wild
and I tremble
With no forethought
to the memories
shaking from
my body
I am dislocated
Without
a home of my own
So I have grown
One inside
Like the berry
bushes
I took from
As a child
I take the leaves and
scrunch them
underfoot
– leave of
my own imagination
that bury
in places
that are little
understood
and

I dance
I dance
I dance

Until I’m trembling
In that wilder
wood

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: