Happy Valentine’s Day #lovepoetry #poetry #valentinesday

I write erasure poetry (also known as found poetry) for my @truthheals Instagram account and thought I’d share today’s “Love” poem here. Perhaps today is a good day to remind ourselves that we are all, in essence, love ❤️

Island Forgotten

Island Forgotten

An erasure poem adapted from an Associated Press article by Meghan Barr about Staten Island after Hurricane Sandy

Do you see

she asked, resignation

two young

brothers swept

from mother’s arms

drowned

a forgotten island

In the shadow

dazed

survivors roam

sand-covered streets

under the weight

of water

fire trucks

scatter

relief

wash muddy

hands

for

salvage

CALL ME

The Big Pushback

“The Big Pushback”

an Erasure poem adapted from an Associated Press article by Ramit Plushnick-Masti

Oil has lived
with cattle
across the Texas landscape
nurtured by
pipelines snaking through
the ground

It has snatched land
most egregious
like an arrogant foreigner,
unworthy

“We’ve fought wars for it.”

condemning land is not
unusual

A 78-year old
great-grandmother
whose late husband worked in oil
spent a night in jail after tres-
passing on her 425-acre farm

cleanup is still incomplete.

Shadow Energies

I think a lot about my thoughts. Each one tells me something about myself, as well as the reaction of my body. Why does a thought cause my body to contract? Or, another, my cells to levitate? I met my pain body last fall, the day after an energy healing session. She appeared to me as a hooded figure, shrouded in glistening black. She hovered in my shadows until she showed me her face. It was the face of nightmares, a mouthful of jagged teeth cut like vampires. Yet, I wasn’t afraid. Finally, she was coming out into the light.

We all have a shadow-self. That part of us that feeds off of our pain and fears, consuming them like forbidden candy. If we deny their existence, they grow glutenous; they take over our beings. If we grant them voice, we can learn and accept. We can give them light, and sometimes, we can let them go.

Last April, before I met my shadow-self, I read an article from Deepak Chopra featured on http://www.care2.com and formed this erasure poem from his words.

“Shadow Energies”
(an erasure poem adapted from an article by Deepak Chopra featured on www.care2.com)

The intensity of shadow
is a way of getting noticed

Hiding is not the same
as killing. Energies remain
even though you refuse to look
at their desire for life

To catch a child cry, then
a tantrum, it seems only reasonable
to see fear forced into repression

“I can do things that will make
you look at me.” The last
statement doesn’t alter truth

If you bring light into shadow
its distortions are healed