Poetry for the Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit

You know those days when stress and deep aches set between your shoulder blades, shoot down into the middle of your lower back, and leave you feeling like a lump of pain who happens to have a name?

I think we’ve all suffered them… They can be caused by illness, too much work, too little sleep, by too many laws keeping a person from getting out of her car and swiftly strangling the idiot who cut her off in traffic and then flipped her off when she blew her horn… Well, my Wicked Luvs, today’s poem is meant to soothe our blood, flesh, bone and spirit when one of these days sneaks up on us and slaps us weary.

On Day 10 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Our poems should read like a relaxation chant; every line should unwind us to the bone.

Instructions

* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you back (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will chant a soul (or 13) into smiling like a loon. Seriously.

No Paradize, by Nik Helbig“No Paradise”, by Nik Helbig
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21 thoughts on “Poetry for the Blood, Flesh, Bone and Spirit

  1. I still haven’t done today’s yet. I wonder if I can squeeze it in real quick like, and if not… tomorrow is another day.

    P.S. I LOVE that painting!

    • I understand what the instructions said, but my meditations are like exploring into worlds. The walk is the chant, the ideas that come work magic in my mind as if tangible with delight, tastes, smells, bodily emotion wash me like tides. This is how I meditate. I walk worlds in spirit experiencing things I can’t imagine but exist because I dictate it to be so. It’s what creates poems and words of deepest or lightest whimsy. It is my home, among the stars, I’m only here temporarily. 🙂

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