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POETRY TO HEAL BY .... 🌷💕

Faith-and-HopeSenior Contributor16 Oct 2016, 9:37 am AEDT

POETRY TO HEAL BY .... 🌷💕

Hi everyone 😊

Me again ....

Taking another example from our courageous achievers on the Lived Experience side of the forums, I have taken the plunge to start a poetry thread in support of carers as well (thanks for the inspiration @Carri 😏)

Here's my first one ....

Of THORNS & THEIR ROSES

Shards of sharp memories cut like thorns.
Thorns grow on rose bushes, and they grow green.
They can't win !!
Green is the colour of new life.
The ground bursts forth with new life.

It breaks the ground to burst its way through,
but when I touch the green sprouts,
They are soft.
They bend under my finger tips.
They pierce through the ground but then they bend and sway in the wind.
They grow soft.

Rose bushes grow thorns
But they grow flowers too.
The flowers burst with colour.
They burst with scent.
They capture the sun and grow colour and scent
Perfuming the whole garden.

Thorns can't win.
We won't let them.
On the backs of thorns we will grow flowers
And perfumes,
And a beautiful garden.
We will win.
We will grow strong in this garden and we will win.

🌷💜 F&H

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Unknown userMember30 May 2018, 1:43 pm AEST

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Worry by Adrian Plass

No burglars came again last night
Just as they failed to come the night before,
and for all the nights I can remember
No burglars yet again although I listened, as I always do, for them
Once more they did not oil and ease the rusty bolt that
holds the garden gate
Behind the shed beside the house
Nor did I hear them moving in the yard
at some hear-sobbing wretched hour
It was the ticking of a clock upon my wall
That sounded like the pad of evil steps a hundred feet away
They did not creep inside, their blind-from-birth brutality
reduced to stealth and whispers
They did not stand above me.
Were not there with threats and ugly promises, intoxicated
by the scent of fear incontinent
Nor did they then, with weapons that I meekly placed into
their hands, proceed to sever from my chilled insides the
screaming child who has evaded birth for so long now
They did not not come
They were not there again last night.
And what if they should never come?
Such a waste of nights
I might have slept
But if I had, I feel quite sure
They would have come
Those burglars – oh, yes, they would have come

From “Silences and Nonsenses – Collected Poetry, Doggerel, and Whimsy” by Adrian Plass. Published 2010 by Authentic Media

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Unknown userMember07 June 2018, 10:17 am AEST

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Poetry is sacred. It is the greatest form of art that I am aware of in my humble opinion.

There can be no language without poetry, poetry kept the legend of Gilgamesh alive in an oral tradition nearly a millennia before it was written down. It keeps the story straight and keeps us honest with ourselves. As people who care for those with mental illness, we can find truth and beauty in verse and free lines as long as we are open to the message that they say. That madness is not objective all of the time and that we must always use all gently when it comes to the authority we have over people with illness in our care. That is my two cents.

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Faith-and-HopeSenior Contributor07 June 2018, 10:28 am AEST

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Well said @Former-Member .....

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Unknown userMember07 June 2018, 10:30 am AEST

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thank you...

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