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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the gold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." - Mary Oliver, A Poetry Handbook
Poetry Blog
[and Sundries]
Where Can I Flee: The Illusion of Isolation
Let me slay my illusion of isolation / It is a lie I have believed / Let me smash it on the hard tile floor / And neglect to sweep up the shards . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Apr 232 min read
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The Golden Thread: Creating a Life of Purpose
This life can seem so random / as if you came spurting out of your mother's body / into a swirling pool where you floated around . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Mar 193 min read
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Healing from Shitty Shame
... Shame is contagious / It is passed down, parent to child / in cutting words and / explosions of rage ...
Celeste Boudreaux
Feb 102 min read
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Imperfectionist New Years Resolutions
In this new year, I promise that I will let myself get carried away by my passion projects, to lose all sense of time or . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Dec 29, 20241 min read
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Expectant Mary: a Quiet Christmas Reflection
holy seed
sprouts and grows
in silence
in darkness
in secret
new life flutters . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Dec 10, 20241 min read
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Internal Family Systems
Curious about how this relates to my upcoming novel? This article explains more, but save it for after you've enjoyed the book.
Celeste Boudreaux
Dec 4, 20242 min read
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When Knocked Off Your Feet
When life’s four-by-four fence post /
blindsides you from behind /
and you find yourself cycling through /
all the stages of grief . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Nov 13, 20241 min read
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The Lake in the Rain
In my summer childhood memory / I stand at the edge of the lake / Oblivious to the warm drizzle / A white quilt of mist hovers . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Oct 7, 20241 min read
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How to Start Your Butterfly Life
First, you have to get sick of being a caterpillar. Weary of never-ending consumption, outgrowing your clothes, eyes trained on . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Aug 21, 20241 min read
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Shelter
When a storm overtakes you / the kind that satellites see / as a massive, swirling spiral / its curved arms knocking down . . .
Celeste Boudreaux
Jul 11, 20241 min read
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