The Art
of Poetry

Poetic Poetry
“I am who I am, despite all I’ve been through the weight of my past, the wounds no one knew.”
Forty poems drawn from the deepest places chronic pain, grief, faith, trauma, survival, and the fierce, fragile act of continuing. Naomi Butt writes what most people only feel in silence.
About the Author

Naomi Butt

Poet · Writer · Mental Health Advocate · Ireland

Naomi Butt is an Irish poet whose debut collection The Art of Poetry was born not from ambition, but from necessity. Living with fibromyalgia, PTSD, and the layered aftermath of early trauma, she turned to poetry as the one language honest enough to hold what she was carrying. She is fifty-one years old, a woman of deep faith who has made the pilgrimage to Medina and Mecca, a daughter who has known both the warmth of family and the cost of not quite belonging, and a person who has sat in the in-between between the flicker and the flame and chosen, again and again, to keep writing. Her poems span the spiritual and the clinical, the tender and the raw, the grief of losing a mother and the joy of a father turning ninety on Valentine’s Day. Published by Ireland Publishing House, Dublin, The Art of Poetry marks the arrival of a voice that has waited long enough to be heard.
— Naomi.
Featured Book

The Art
of Poetry

A debut collection of 40 poems
The Art of Poetry by Naomi Butt is a debut poetry collection of forty poems that move across the full terrain of a life lived with intensity from the sacred ground of Medina and Mecca to the locked wards of a system that keeps sending you away, from fibromyalgia and grief to the quiet, radical act of choosing to stay.
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From the Collection

A Few Poems to Linger With

The Weather
The thunder roars with loud bangs and cracks, As stormy wrath rides clouded tracks.
Lightning flashes, sharp and bright, Splitting the darkness, piercing the night.
The Last Ordinary Day
What if tomorrow doesn’t arise, What if today isn’t kind to our eyes?

Will we remember it as our last, Or lose it quietly in the past?
Lifeline of Calm
When panic rises like a tide And shadows press from every side,

A gentle calm begins to grow A quiet breath, a softer glow.
Grow
The brightest dreams are all in my head, A world of light where fears are fled.

A brighter future lies ahead, they say, Yet shadows linger, night and day.
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Notes & Essays

March 2026
On writing through silence
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March 2026
On writing through silence
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March 2026
On writing through silence
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Visual Companions

Artwork inspired by the colour and quiet of the collection.
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