if i were
robin’s egg blue
you would be my after nest
and every song would contain the name
of forgiveness
the sky would be my blanket
and my window
stars would glitter on my skin
clouds would whisper white lies
hope would never
crack open
sing for supper
fall from grace
and each breeze
would brush my skin
with the promise
of wings
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 14th, 2014 at 5:13 pm
that opening stanza could stand alone…i love the thought of them as the nest, where you make your home…and sing forgiveness…
April 15th, 2014 at 2:24 am
I think of your poetry as the icing on the cake of life, or the froth on the Guinness if you prefer :-).
I may not always understand your lines, but they are such a delight to read.
April 15th, 2014 at 4:07 am
wistful – and nearly a sense of being unfulfilled ~
April 15th, 2014 at 9:14 am
Beautiful poem, Kelly.