V&E Poetic Therapy offers you two ways to get your poetry fix. With the poem’s text here and a video of a reading from Chrysalis Invictus’ Poetic Wisdom Series
Sounds of traffic and rain in the background.
Cone hang out with me and appreciate some excellent poetry. I will be posting a different poem every Monday morning with a video from Sunday night
Cosy up for this Sunday night poetry reading offering of T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
The Dead Man Walking BY THOMAS HARDY They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: The Dead Man Walking”
by Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: Mirror”
by William Blake I travelled through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things As cold… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: The Mental Traveller”
Faun by Sylvia Plath Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped black to look… Read more “Poetic Therapy: Faun”
Her Kind By Anne Sexton I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over… Read more “Poetic Therapy: Her Kind”
A short reflection based on the reading of the poem Cradle Song written by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
why, in our youth are we so eager to leave our mothers, to leave the nest, to grow? With exceptions, most of the dangers in life are beyond the safety of our homes and yet we seem to have this drive to run toward them as fast as we can. Then as adults it seems reverse our drives and we become afraid of the change that the world brings. Sometimes we are so afraid to leave the nest, we are caught by it, trapped there and stagnant. What is the happy middle ground? Do you know your nest? Are you able to leave?
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, ‘t is said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines… Read more “V&E Poetic Therapy: Drowning”
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