Posts tagged Hope
Fly Swan

Oh patron of the bardic arts,

Come rhyme, come ride along.

Fly swan upon a breeze of hearts,

And barter hope for song.


Poetry writing, its highs and lows and frustrations, feels like transfiguring my own feelings and small hopes and despairs into words, trapping a feeling into a verse. This dreamy poem is an invitation- to be syrupy, cheesy, to ‘fly swan upon a breeze of hearts’ and not worry that you might be common, to revel in the common, to sing and flow when you prefer to wallow. Swan is another word for troubadour, or minstrel- so come patron! Tempt your muse! Barter your hope for a song to sway to on the more difficult afternoons.

© Aimee Wood 2022

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Heed Heart

Will grief and joy arrive on time?

More often lost or late.

With grace, let pass the dear clock’s chime,

Your heart heeds not the date.


Heed your tender heart, whatever it is going through. Grief has no timeline, joy has no expiration, and certainly, your heart does not know what day, month, or year it is. There are no order to my poems, as often, my feelings fly at their own pace. Like any injury, the recovery is not linear, there will be good days and worse ones. So yes- my poems seem ‘out of order’, just as my feelings seem out of order. I wonder now if all of my poems are not just one, and yet I am collecting them page by scattered page with no hope of constructing a sensical or chronological book. Some are missing. Some are lost. Many will never see the light of day. But I am glad to share these few with you, and if you are healing too, I hope you allow yourself time and grace.

© Aimee Wood 2022

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