Writing for Healing

Blogging

I spent part of today with a young man struggling to keep his head above water, on a number of levels. We discussed poetry, living and the problems of keeping your ‘shit’ together when things are falling apart. Our stories are many years apart and in so many ways unalike. Yet between us there was the common thread of suffering and trying to come back from the brink.
I don’t know how his life will pan out, but I do know that his efforts to write and rewrite his story through poetry will help him and help his writing improve. I also think his ability to live in this world WILL get easier.
How do I know? Because I have been there. I know my journals, in all there disorganized and foggy way (I don’t write sequentially or even write from front to back – I don’t even finish one before I start another one) have been a great boon in helping me move forward. I can even say that my poetry has improved, at least I think it has!
But even better than writing poetry is having it heard and read, so here is one of my latest, an example to help the students in my upcoming workshop

This workshop will be held as part of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity’s 2011 Winter Outreach Programme
BLOGGING
Who’s game?
Put yourself
online?
on-the-line?

Anytime? for
all time?
Blogging.
Slogging. Each
day in a new way
find something else to say.

Blogging.
Cleared back-logging.
Clearing thoughts
identifying
multiplying
& edifying.
Journalling to cyberspace.
A clear race
to find grace.
Sharing, sparing and pairing
and paring word
to simply say
let’s all share the best day
today. Everyway.
Hooray.From my journal

World Changing Writing

humanity. love. respect.

Image by B.S. Wise via Flickr

I am loving my current online writing course and would love to thank Pace and Kyeli of Connection Revolution for their commitment. You have inspired the following poem!

World Changing Writing

If I could write a poem today

that would change the world,

it would have in it words like

refugees

war

collateral damage

cluster bombs

poverty

homesickness

addiction

violence

bigotry

colour

race

hatred

borders

fear, pain and powerlessness.

It wouldn’t have words like, money

and status and power and capitalism and greed.

But somewhere it would have lightness

and love and laughter and connection

and working to help someone else

and lifting up and sharing.

Somehow it would have answers and compassion

and it would move both you and I,

so that we WERE the answers.