Creative Coping


Girl in 5 parts
June 11, 2009, 6:51 pm
Filed under: growth, healing, love, nature, pain, regression, shame, strength | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , ,

1.

My name is girl

My age is when

I feel the day

My height is fringed

With misty things, the haze

That surrounds all,

Air , or something like it,

Electrical.

Part 2.

My fate is but a worm

Squirming in the sand

Beneath an apple on the

Beach.

My rubbery coil senses Autumn’s

Mellow fruit but feels

Only grit and cigarette ends,

Yellowed with spit

And the odd spat of sea.

Part 3.

My Date is a round

Can of something fizzy,

A man, who’ll pop

And bubble over

With sense and tunes

Told well, with confidence

Like some voluntary tramp.

Part 4.

My ache is a bell

Bent out of shape

Chord twanged by the wrong

Hand. Who”s hand?

Who cares? Lets fix it,

If it’s copper it’ll meld well.

Part 5.

My tune is a song

Soldered on to the side

of my liver, an odd

Audience, granted,

But keen, it knows exactly

Where I’ve been and what

Deals Life’s dealt.

No, livers make grand audiences,

They’ll tell you whether or not

You were truly magnificent,

With their view from the stalls.

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Rescue from doubt
October 21, 2008, 9:56 pm
Filed under: control, eating, happiness, healing, health, hope | Tags: , , , , ,

Patient no longer

lips warm, feet warm

Hands soft and sentient.

Gone is the rumble and

The heart ache within,

here is Life soft and sweet

And ready to eat whole,

Nothing to peel off

or hack through.

 

Eyes whole, heart WHOLE,

Life long and waiting:

Where have you been?

i’ve been expecting you all this time.’

 

‘What have you planned for me?’

 

‘Plan? You’ll see- Be kind

To yourself as you find your way, make it easy and slow, as befits a guest,

Remember, I am Life, your host,

From this life to the next.



Plan
September 2, 2008, 8:45 pm
Filed under: control, earth, healing, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , ,

List your objectives,

One two three.

Tick them all, perhaps.

But branches grow from

nodes unseen, wrought in

Secret, deep within the trunk;

Roots find water and,

Without reflection on Luck

Or Risk, drink deep, sending

High and varied growth

To greet wind and find sun



Withdrawal
August 26, 2008, 8:58 pm
Filed under: healing, health, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , ,

What phase is this?

Phase four of five?

If the fifth phase is

Complete recovery, what

Is this now?

This is getting used to

being in the present, floating

No current to fight,

No summit to challenge,

No triumph to trumpet.

Just here in the night

With nothing but a notebook

And a duvet

No body to keep me awake,

But thoughts.



Beginner’s Autogenics
June 26, 2008, 8:58 pm
Filed under: autogenics, control, earth, hair, healing, health, heat, light, strength, thrill, willpower | Tags: , , , , ,

A hot expanse swells below

This cafe floor, my Earth.

Above, if i picture it,

A bulb of light so large it might include a tree-

Between, am I, small and sitting-

Straight, I think, ready channel but feeble

Conductor.

 Let Life Force strike light

Through a balding head

Into my woken soul.



Crystals aren’t just for hippies
June 21, 2008, 10:02 pm
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: , , , , , ,

Ring scratched me

Ring chose me

Ring rang bright

When I put it on-

True it rang,

With the truth of light

Filtered through fathomless

Aeons before molten bronze.

‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,

It knew me before I new it

It called me to it,

Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp

And chipped top finger flesh,

Exposing backstage blood and raw; but

Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-

A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.



Wakeful
June 19, 2008, 9:18 pm
Filed under: eating, happiness, healing, health, hope, pain, shame, sleep | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Firm and awake is how I feel,

Now that day is done

And night is

Come to stop

The whirr of consciousness.

Today was easy,

There was no drag,

Low air resistance and I

Soared high, even

At my desk, sat on foam.

After lunch came cruel gut,

Prompting truancy, again

the shame of crunch and swallow-

But it passed and day dawned anew

With afternoon and bloodstream teeming-

Tasks were done and now,

I’m happy to explore the night and trip on sleep, by chance,

Busy looking for a dream.