Posted on September 24, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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I am convinced that when I was sculpted out of the clay that is my body, mirrors were sprinkled liberally within the darkness of myself, until the bits of silver came to the surface of who I was. Often, I find myself wondering if… Continue Reading “The Number of Mirrors – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: 12, art, Art of Self, Artist, beautiful, beauty, body, Clay, Imperfections, Masterpiece, Mirror, mirrors, numbers, poem, Self Art, self-love, Sesame Street, Shine, Silver, Who I am, who I was, writing
Posted on August 18, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’ve planted a seed inside the dark soil of my body. As it grows I’ll be able to feel the roots digging deep a whole world sprouting within me. I will know that I am ready when I can feel the presence of the… Continue Reading “I’ve Planted a Seed – A Poem”
Category: New Poetry Collection, PoemsTags: body, deep, dig, Feel, growth, introspection, Jamieson Wolf, Leaves, light, Love, Planted, poem, Ready, reflection, roots, Seed, sprout, Sunshine, World, writing
Posted on June 22, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I have been trying to find my way through the hills and valleys of myself. It’s been a slow peeling back of the terrain that my body holds so that I can see what it hides underneath. There are veins that run in the… Continue Reading “The Deep Terrain – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: birds, blooming, body, Cascade, chains, Change, Cycle, Dark, deep, Deep Terrain, earth, Freedom, growth, Hatred, hide, hills, Hope, key, life, life force, light, Love, mountains, poem, Poetry, Release, rocks, secrets, self-hate, self-worth, Shame, Skin, terrain, underneath, valleys, water, writing
Posted on February 25, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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when I look in the mirror I shift and change in front of my eyes becoming someone I never thought possible I look at my reflection and I wonder who formed the idea of what I should look like I’ve watched as I took… Continue Reading “I’m Tired of Hating My Body – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: aging, body, body disphoria, Flesh, heart, Mind, Miracle, Perception, Personality, reality, reflection, spirit, weight, wisdom
Posted on December 30, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’m looking down at the red line that connects me to you. I’ve been trying to find the journey that I carry. As I look down at the roadmap of my palms, the paper surface of my skin crinkles as I turn it this… Continue Reading “The Map On My Palm – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: afraid, body, body shape, celebrate, Change, creases, foretold, head line, heart line, Husband, I love you, innovative, life line, lines, myself, palm, palm reading, paper, planets, poem, reading, Shape