IPTN
Friday, 8 April 2022
Tuesday, 23 November 2021
New Poetry Club Session Dates
Thursday, 28 October 2021
Group Poem: How We Rise '21
Group Poem
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
Dance light-footed across the bog of softness
Still I rise, no blind eye turned to hold the mirror, my soul rises
Tough times do not last, but tough teams do
I imagine light arrowing through rain and sparkling like shiny confetti
Bridges will come if you follow the path, cross them or burn them, you,
Phoenix, can fly
Small, nourishing moments of quiet devotion
By dawn, the sun has whispered to each of the baby blooms in her care
I rise in praise of trees and water
Stick it Ginger! Go find your sacred space . . .
Go experience the grass on the other side
I dream of wide open spaces
Where I can dance naked in the sunlight
Dawn was breaking over the estuary
And those days, when life calls on you to weep - do.
I rise with the slow-dropping snow
The sheer reach of this mountain range uplifts me
The secret of the earth is its patience
You can't unring the bell
I drink to the smell of baby’s skin that was rare before Covid.
Wednesday, 29 September 2021
Poetry Therapy Ezine - Source of Poems in 'Poetry as Healer and Pandemic Collection'
Monday, 27 September 2021
Friday, 17 September 2021
How We Rise - 10th IPTN Annual Conference
IPTN are delighted to announce their 10th Annual Conference, How We Rise.
held on Zoom on Saturday 9 October 2021.
To register and pay, email irishpoetrytherapynetwork@gmail.com
Apologies for blurry programme. Check image for a better view!
Monday, 16 August 2021
Living with Mistakes - Two Group Poems
Thank you to all those who attended our Living with Mistakes session on 14th and 15th August 21.
Here are the two group poems written by the participants on each day.
Enjoy!
Group Poem
14/8/21
Currents and tides hide behind your eyes
when the river is still, I can see
reliving the unrepeatable current
feeling the depths of the river and absorbing it
moving gently and purposely over the earth
sensing the flow of nature
unrestrained boots towards the horizon.
Oh, Mother, carry me down to the river
down to the sea
Oh, Mother, carry me down to the river
no sounds just silence
flowing.
Ask Me
I do so miss the distractions
me myself and I,
what is stopping me from asking?
Rejoice for we can turn and look at the silent river and wait
and carry it for a little while
beneath the icy water unseen, flows cold and clear
no sounds just silence
my silent voice speaks
failing me forward.

