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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.

Such Ease

Oh! With such ease, these barehands bruise,

Affection’s like a glove.

As like to fit as it’s to lose,

I’m nervous now, in love.

It was hard, learning how to be in a healthy relationship, learning how to be vulnerable again when all I wanted to do was protect myself. Starved for affection while being terrified of it, worried of being hurt, or hurting a new person who truly cared about me and was only trying to help. For a long time, small things- normal things, normal healthy conversations, made me absolutely panic and cry, retreat. I still startle so easily. When I wrote this poem last spring, I was still so nervous in love. It’s been a journey to find stable footing, and I still stumble occasionally.

Aimee WoodFebruary 6, 2022PoemComment