Here is the group poem, each line written by a participant at the Hollyfort Session on 9th July 2016:
Grief is a coin whose other side is love
grasping, writhing in desperation
time forgetting
I falsely hold it every time I see her face
charging colours in the water with reflections of life above it.
I smell the pungent rush of your fragrance
it moves from me, still blooms in my mind
let it go when it wishes to be released
to hold it in your memory
to risk it slipping through your fingers.
It might be better not to take but to appreciate
private and oh so quiet.
IPTN
Welcome to Irish Poetry Therapy Network - IPTN, a non-profit organisation that provides an environment where participants explore at first hand, through the use of poetry therapy and bibliotherapy, the healing power of poetry as a means of identifying and dealing with various life issues.
Confidentiality Agreement:
IPTN Sessions are held in a confidential space. Participants, discussions and poems are only published with agreement. These sessions use poetry as therapy and are not psychotherapy sessions.
Find out more about us and how to join our network by checking out our site.
Monday, 11 July 2016
Friday, 3 June 2016
Date for your Diary - IPTN Conference
We have a date for the 2016 IPTN Conference:
Sunday 9 October 2016
Please put it in your diary - it will be another great poetry therapy event!
Venue to be announced shortly.
Sunday, 22 May 2016
Gartan Session Group Poem
This poem was written by the participants at our Gartan Session on 21 May 2016. Each person contributed to the poem:
Surfacing
Running running but not to escape
if you see you must witness
I sit back and rejoice
hands that wish to hold other things
the beauty contest is now a temple
where everybody wins
released not suppressed
out there somewhere
the sea tastes of summer
like the waves, I lap to the shoreline
the last vestiges of preciousness
wading, plodding, pulling water
to surface.
Surfacing
Running running but not to escape
if you see you must witness
I sit back and rejoice
hands that wish to hold other things
the beauty contest is now a temple
where everybody wins
released not suppressed
out there somewhere
the sea tastes of summer
like the waves, I lap to the shoreline
the last vestiges of preciousness
wading, plodding, pulling water
to surface.
Saturday, 30 April 2016
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
New Info Leaflet for Poetry Therapy
IPTN have produced an information leaflet on Poetry Therapy and IPTN for distribution. If you would like us to post you some leaflets for distribution, please email us at irishpoetrytherapynetwork@gmail.com
Friday, 1 April 2016
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