The Shampoo

The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the rings around the moon, although within our memories they have not changed. And since the heavens will attend as long on us, you’ve been, dear friend, precipitate and pragmatical; and look what happens.  For Time…

Days of Healing & Joy

Many adult children, for very understandable reasons, feel unworthy, guilty, and ashamed much of the time. We may feel a kind of gnawing at our self-esteem that makes it hard for us to see our own progress. We may be afraid to feel good. It takes courage to look back down the road to see…

Each Day a New Beginning

It has been said, “We are only as sick as the secrets we keep.” Our emotional health as recovering women is hindered, perhaps even jeopardized, each time we hold something within that we need to talk over with others. Sharing our fears, our hurts, our anger, keeps open our channel to God. Secrets clutter our…

Secrets

“…in silence might be the privilege of the strong, but it was certainly a danger to the weak. For the things I was prompted to keep silent about were nearly always the things I was ashamed of, which would have been far better aired…” —Joanna Field

The Green Faerie

Takes my hand in delight ~And pulls me in closer ~To feel her lovely bite ~The shadows from the fireplace ~ Begin dancing across the wall ~Seeing your silhouette become real ~Laying on the fur rug on the floor ~Your long golden hair so silky ~Glistening cinnamon oil on your skin ~You motion me over…

My steps

My writing has evolved over the years. I find it hard to post new work. Just posting work a few years old. My new pieces are so more much revealing, to my current feelings and inner self. I feel scared in a way to let people inside my heart. What I have become, growth or…

My Brick Wall

The night, so cold, so quiet. moonlight to guide my way. I shiver under silvery stars. why am i alone tonight. my loneliness, my only companion, there are those, who could possibly love me, but they really don’t know my mind or heart. I have spent years building these barriers, a brick wall around my…

Self Pity

Oh this self pity ~Destroyer in the deep realm ~ Dark within my soul ~ Copyright ©dedhedpoet

A Moment

She lied ~ He bent down in unspeakable sorrow ~ He wept like a child ~ Tears had not flowed down his face in years ~ It was a most joyful moment ~ ©dedhedpoet

Don’t Threaten Me

If you say your leaving, I’ll never ask you to stay. When you don’t bother calling, You’ll never hear me complain. If I catch you lying, You’ll never be told. Breaking one promise, No more will be made. I’ll never ask for your love, I’d want it freely given. I’m not asking for your time,…

The Rival Poem by Sylvia Plath

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers. Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected, And your first gift is making stone out of everything. I wake to a mausoleum; you are here, Ticking your fingers…

A Bukowski Fav

Some people never go crazy. Me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. They’ll find me there. It’s Cherub, they’ll say, and they pour wine down my throat, rub my chest, sprinkle me with oils. Then, I’ll rise with a roar, rant, rage – curse them and the universe as…