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.

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