poetry

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And when I have time, I’ll sprinkle in some new, unpublished, poems, here and there.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.

Worthy Tapestry

My needle pulls the thread of me,

Each day one stitch, one try.

I’ll weave a worthy tapestry,

No day will pass me by.

This sentiment, to have no lost days, comes from this mortal desire to count time as it passes- but count too closely and you might have words with the Mistress. I think the careful and intentional use of one’s days, is the only way to build something larger than your single day can accomplish. You are but one day of Yourself, in a long, continuous line of Yous. You perish this very evening when your head hits the pillow What else can you do with your single allotted day of life, than help the next You along, and thank the Yous that came before? Together, you might weave a tapestry that survives all of you. Certainly if you do not try you will not.

Aimee WoodFebruary 8, 2022Poem, Time, AdviceComment

Save Starlight

‘Sleep with the sun, not moon, my dear.

Save starlight for Beltane.

A debt of sand is one to fear,

Best pay your tax in grain.’

It does not do to dwell on time ‘wasted’ on sleep. Such time, given it is spent at the appropriate hours, allows for the remaining grains of sand in your day to be of higher quality. A debt of sleep is something you cannot pay down with time- instead it saps your very life, days wasted with lethargy in favor of nights misplaced. In this poem, Beltane, a holiday celebrated betwixt the spring equinox and the summer solstice, is a stand in for holy days in general- those special occasions like New Year’s Eve or Birthdays, where, almost ritually, the night is pierced by our wakefulness, by our observance. To protect these vigilant nights, to honor them with intention, they must be infrequent, or they will mean nothing at all. As always, the quotation marks in this poem indicate that I am not the one speaking- this is my Mistress Time with her own advice- I am not perfect at preserving nights for sleep, and this little rhyme acts as a reminder to do better.

Aimee WoodFebruary 7, 2022Mistress, Time, Poem, AdviceComment