What Poetry Can Heal

true story, three years old XD

In the arid heat of a summer day-
I thirst and sweat as children play.
Though miserably hot,
Am I not.
I brought a poem-book to-day.

As I read of times long past.
Of happiness, or sea-ship mast.
Of heat fatigue,
I am relieved.
I feel ocean's breeze as it blows past.

In the sorrow of a funeral rite-
I mourn over prayers recite.
Yet weep I not,
For I have brought-
The rhymed tales of fey and knight.

As I read of ancient wood.
Of Queen Mab, or Robin Hood.
My salty tears-
And future fears-
Are far away in lands of good.

In frustration of writers' block.
I write in vain, suffer from shock.
So I retreat-
To pages neat-
Of older poets now 'neath a rock.

As I read of love and death-
I sigh myself a relief breath.
My loss of words,
These poems cure.
My thoughts are no longer suppressed.

Author's Note

I remember sitting in the hot car while waiting for my grandma to get out of the grocery store. I was reading a book of world poetry and got the inpspiration to write. So I wrote this. Three years ago. XD

Oh lawd, what happened?

Reviews

[Cam]

Ahh, poetry is a fantastic elixir, no?
This was wonderful, never thought of putting to word what poetry can help mend.

[John A Common]

I really like this, I probably wrote half my book sitting in cars waiting for my wife. Writers block does suck by the way,I went three years once without writing a word.

[Changed to a New Accoun..]

good poem
and i love the last line its very true
writing is a great way and sometimes the only way to get emotions out....