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Dear Fellow Poets,

Here you find a smattering of my poetry, mostly from “Merry Meet and Merry Part,” now available in beautiful physical form over in my Etsy shop, thanks to many supportive folks on the Kickstarter. ♥︎

'Be still. A heart cannot heal fast.
Observe mine shifting hands.
A changing mind whose growth will last,
Must swim a tide of sands.'

Beginning now (April, 2025) I have a poem scheduled once per day, that will take you through the entirety of Merry Meet in chronological order. There’s an RSS feed below if you’d like to follow along for the next year or so (there are over 300 poems).

And when I have time, I’ll sprinkle in some new, unpublished, poems, here and there. Quick dandelion seeds, you know.

merry meet!
Aimee

(updated April 17, 2025)

ps— my writings are under copyright, but please feel free to share my poetry where you will, as long as my name and a link here is included. For any commercial use, please contact me for arrangements.

pps— here is the RSS feed for this poetry blog. I do not send emails or letters for these poems, so an RSS reader is the only way to get notified of a new poem here. For apple users, I recommend NetNewsWire, “It’s like podcasts — but for reading.” I use it to follow many artists on many indie sites.

2022
- Feb 2, 2022 Poem Composed
- Feb 3, 2022 Lantern Light
- Feb 3, 2022 My Mistress
- Feb 5, 2022 Heed Heart
- Feb 6, 2022 Such Ease
- Feb 7, 2022 Save Starlight
- Feb 8, 2022 Worthy Tapestry
- Feb 10, 2022 Fly Swan
- Feb 11, 2022 Idle Hands
- Feb 11, 2022 Sunk Ships
2023
- Feb 7, 2023 Riddle Free
- Mar 3, 2023 True Love
- Nov 13, 2023 Common Meter in Common Meter
2025
- Apr 17, 2025 Count the Clouds
- Apr 18, 2025 Muse Amused
- Apr 19, 2025 Make a Poet
- Apr 20, 2025 A Lovely Compliment
- Apr 21, 2025 But poets die
- Apr 22, 2025 Settle into Truth
- Apr 23, 2025 This Pen Compels
- Apr 24, 2025 Never kept a journal

Or here is my latest published poem:

Posts tagged Abuse

Sunk Ships

The waves and long experience,

Have sunk a ship below.

Mourn not this craft of Theseus,

We lost ours long ago.

Aimee WoodFebruary 11, 2022Poem, Abuse, Relationships, HopeComment