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Imperfect Blooms
Imperfect Blooms
Imperfect Blooms
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Imperfect Blooms

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This poetry chapbook is a celebration of the lifelong process of healing the mind. Playful, wise, and full of compassion, each poem is a love letter to the joys, struggles, and ephemeral magic of living. Addressing depression, perfectionism, mindfulness, and gratitude, this collection examines our roles on the planet, honors the natural world with wonder, and delights in the possibility of profound healing from within.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateMar 31, 2023
ISBN9781667894966
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    Imperfect Blooms - Erin Clarke

    Depression!

    Often we find

    stricken minds

    are the most adept

    at noticing profound

    radical beauty,

    in the way that

    mountain goats’ hooves

    find purchase on the

    tiniest outcroppings

    of rock–all but invisible

    to our apish eyes–

    as they spring

    from foothold to foothold

    on a sheer cliff face.

    Gravity is our teacher,

    cruel and stark, heavy and

    waiting.

    Yet that over-analytical,

    relentless introspective gaze

    which threatens to pull us

    down into free-fall

    can too be lasered

    on the glory of a snail,

    the delicate mesh of baby moss

    sweetly cloaking a stone,

    and the softness of slippers.

    So our doubting brains

    clutching at purpose

    gather harvests of boundless joy

    for the long barren winters,

    and those of us who

    survive

    find ten million things

    to live for, and ten million more.

    Let me sing you my song

    of socks,

    it was hard-won.

    Forever

    "Let’s get a tortoise

    and have it for 100 years,"

    I said,

    my naked hand in yours

    as our shoulders kissed and held it,

    and you chuckled softly

    then said, Okay.

    I beamed a ray of light,

    delighted–no, alighted–

    that you felt it too:

    this happiness too

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