When I was in London, my friend who is an English teacher and a fellow writer, sent me this Instagram video about the Poetry Pharmacy. The Poetry Pharmacy is located on an upper floor of the flagship LUSH store in London. Of course, right after my friend sent me this video, I was on a mission to go there. And I got there within mere hours of her sending the video!
Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. I got three “prescriptions” from the Poetry Pharmacy in London. Let’s see what “medicine” they have to offer all of us today:
From the Be Original pill bottle which has only one hot pink pill in a sea of white pills, the hot pink pill held this:
“Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.” – Nikita Gill
From the For Mothers pill bottle which is filled with red, pink and white pills, today’s pill had this to offer:
“This is a fifty-year-old love. It’s heavy, so I fold in moonlight, the sound/ of water spattered on leaves. Dim stars, bright moon-/our lives. The cake imperfect, but finished.” – Eva Saulitis
The pill from a pile of brightly colored pile of “pills” from the Happy Pills bottle offers us this:
“Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break into blossom.” – James Wright
Words are like anything else. They can be used for good or they can be made into weapons of evil. Words can certainly make for good medicine. Poetry is the formula for making words, the ethereal agents of our own healing.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Here is the question of the day from 3000 Questions About Me:
1886. Have you found the purpose of your life?