poetry

Dear Fellow Poets,

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

I hope to add more poems here when time allows; there’s an RSS feed below if you’d like to follow along.

merry meet!
Aimee

(updated October 30, 2024)

ps— my writings are copyrighted, but please feel free to share my poetry where you will, as long as my name and a link here is included. For 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.

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 WoodFebruary 10, 2022Meta, HopeComment