Deborah Jordan, M.Ed., L.M.H.C., L.L.C.

Adult & Teen Therapy

Education, Experience & Philosophy
Poetry Is Like Therapy
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The Art of Disappearing
When they say Don't I know you?
say no.
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.
If they say We should get together
say why?
It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees.  The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven't seen in ten
appears at the door,
don't start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
                    Naomi Shihab Nye


Everything's a metaphor, some wise
guy said, and his woman nodded,

Why was this such a discovery
to him? Why did history happen
only on the outside?

She'd watched an embryo track
an arc across her swollen belly from
the inside and knew she'd best
think knee, not tumor or burrowing mole,
lest it emerge a monster.

Each craving marks the soul:
splashed white upon a temple the dish
of ice cream, coveted, broken
in a wink, or the pickle duplicated
just behind the ear.

Every wish will find its symbol,
the woman thinks.

Rita Dove




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