Cold ego guards my wounded oath,
But hunger turns my pride.
I escape through the undergrowth,
Dread what I might not find.
Page 100, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
Dear Fellow Poets,
Here you find a smattering of my poetry, mostly from “Merry Meet and Merry Part,” now available in beautiful physical form over in my Etsy shop, thanks to many supportive folks on the Kickstarter. ♥︎
'Be still. A heart cannot heal fast.
Observe mine shifting hands.
A changing mind whose growth will last,
Must swim a tide of sands.'
Beginning now (April, 2025) I have a poem scheduled once per day, that will take you through the entirety of Merry Meet in chronological order. There’s an RSS feed below if you’d like to follow along for the next year or so (there are over 300 poems).
And when I have time, I’ll sprinkle in some new, unpublished, poems, here and there. Quick dandelion seeds, you know.
merry meet!
Aimee
(updated April 17, 2025)
ps— my writings are under copyright, but please feel free to share my poetry where you will, as long as my name and a link here is included. For any commercial use, please contact me for arrangements.
pps— here is the RSS feed for this poetry blog. I do not send emails or letters for these poems, so an RSS reader is the only way to get notified of a new poem here. For apple users, I recommend NetNewsWire, “It’s like podcasts — but for reading.” I use it to follow many artists on many indie sites.
Or here is my latest published poem:
Cold ego guards my wounded oath,
But hunger turns my pride.
I escape through the undergrowth,
Dread what I might not find.
Page 100, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
I blew all of my wishes out.
But keep lit deep inside.
I feel the full forget me doubt,
But know my own damn mind.
Page 99, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
Beware— yet trudge that lantern on,
Let moths collect their due,
What light attracts will part come dawn,
But darkness might claim you.
Page 98, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
This is the watercolor title poem of the cover of Merry Meet and Merry Part.
We hid amidst the roots and rock,
But sun’s at either end.
Just pick a course and start to walk,
We’ll find hope round the bend.
Page 97, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025
For all those who once thought like me,
That you could make it right.
You’re not alone, you’ll never be,
This tunnel spills with light.
Page 96, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”
© Aimee Wood 2025