Poetry: An Act of Self-Care

How often do you read poetry? I'm lucky enough to have a son who writes poetry and I read one of his poems before going to bed at night. I find that this ritual calms my mind and engages my imagination in a way that easily casts out the concerns of the day. See one of Nick's poems at the bottom of this post.

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And the poem:

Fireside

By Nick Spengler

I find my light

in the mirror of your eyes;

the moon an amber icicle

peering over northern hills,

it spies us across the bay:

sap-drip

on black waves.

Flames fan their prayers

over your brown shoulders,

waste themselves

too quickly

under the clean cold light

of stars that vanished

before any of us existed.

Stars guide by a

dying magic,

their fumes our compass:

it is summer, Orion

is high in the south.

Can't you see him

cartwheeling the heavens

with his lion and cudgel?

Or is it he who keeps still

while we

turn away?

You leave my side so gently

I mistake afterglow

for presence.

Author Cornelia Ward - Career and Business Coach

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Poetry: An Act of Self-Care