sitting on a black stool
in a forest of midnight
waiting for the moon and begging for a howl
polaris refuses to reveal my backlit compass
and i choose not wander despite knowing
exactly where i am
instead
i listen for the song of saturn
spooling itself up my arm
i inhale black and exhale glitter
the bear in the corner see fireflies and
promises her cubs after dinner dancing
i stay where i am
silently
breathing life into a night
that knows no shadow
sparks on the horizon blinking
silhouette and solstice
in tandem with the rhythm
of destiny’s heartbeat
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 8th, 2013 at 9:31 am
this is magic of the best kind. begging for a howl? oh man. man! and in truth, you had me at the title. xoxo
April 8th, 2013 at 10:04 am
When my wife came home last night, she asked why I was sitting outside in the dark; I wish I’d had this poem to give her. Deb is right; this is that magic.
April 8th, 2013 at 10:29 am
Pure magic. Gave me goosebumps.
April 8th, 2013 at 12:08 pm
I don’t know if this is a metaphorical forest or a real one, but I loved this. Your description of night, alone in the darkness, was perfect.
April 8th, 2013 at 12:31 pm
wow oh wow. really love this from the title to the final word. K
April 8th, 2013 at 1:55 pm
ha. i inhale black and exhale glitter….absolutley love that line..and breathing life into a night that knows no shadow….cool write…
April 8th, 2013 at 2:59 pm
This is dessert.
I can just see the glitter cloud coming forth with your words.
April 8th, 2013 at 6:16 pm
Wonderful capture…love these words…i inhale black and exhale glitter…you amaze me!
April 9th, 2013 at 1:59 pm
Where does this beauty come from in you?
The words I leave here seem clunky and ordinary after breathing in yours.