Poetry and prose that connect us
Sometimes it can be difficult to express the emotions we are feeling. At times like this we can often find others who have expressed it for us, through painting, sculpture, poetry or prose. On this page we will regularly add a poem or piece of prose that might express our experience, give us pause for reflection, or simply share in how words can bring us together.
Has something precious broken. Perhaps a favourite vase … perhaps an important relationship … perhaps your own body, or the body (or mind) of someone you love … perhaps a sense of your whole life being shattered. Is that brokenness the end of the story?
Do not despair.
You hold the memory
of what it was to be whole.
in your bones.
in your heart
that has been torn
a hundred times.
in your lungs
that know the mystery
of what it means
to be full,
to be empty,
to be full again.
to give up your grip
on the shards you clasp
so close to you
what it would be like
for those jagged edges
to meet each other
in some new pattern
that you have never imagined,
that you have never dared
How might what is broken live again, become something new? You might want to paint an image that comes to mind - or write about it.
To learn more about the Japanese Art, why not read Grief, Kintsugi and the art of precious scars, Can our grief shape us but also add to the beauty of who we are?
Every morning a new arrival.
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
I want to age like sea glass.
Smoothed by tides
but not broken.
I want my hard edges to soften.
I want to ride the waves
and go with the flow.
I want to catch a wave
and let it carry me
to where I belong.
I want to be picked up
and held gently by
those who delight in my
well-earned patina and
appreciate the changes I went
through to achieve the beauty.
I want to enjoy the journey
and always remember that if
you give the ocean something
breakable it will turn it into
I want to age like sea glass.
How would you describe the process of ageing?
Warning by Jenny Joseph
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Taking time to remember
Taking time to remember those we love with words and images offering comfort in this time of social isolation
Mindfulness with Miranda
Paying attention to the present moment may help with anxiety, stress and exhaustion