shadows dance around corners
to sing their own version of blues
morning frost leaves patterns on windows
unique as the day that will melt them
hope jumps through hoops in the garden
as a chickadee searches for seed
and i sit in this chair in my kitchen
watching life through a smile
and a curtain
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this post is part of one word wednesday over at jillsy girl
and one shot wednesday at one stop poetry
breathing flowers in, after dawn.
simple words that get stuck in my throat, for days.
moments in mid-afternoon that bring tears to my eyes.
sunsets waiting on the horizon, always with a promise.
a mirror that refuses to show what lies beneath the surface.
seasons that rattle through my chest, calling me to remember.
blisters that heal and become callouses, rough evidence of pain.
a heart that breaks in its own small way each time you turn a page.
the constant digging for my soul that wears my fingers to the quick.
a silver necklace that says hope, left broken on the dresser.
making molds of the moon to keep in a glass jar.
standing in the dark, listening for sunrise.
a song that whispers even as i sleep.
threading words on needles and pricking my finger.
that one drop of blood, there, on the corner
of the page.
summer again
yesterday’s cool breezes just a tease
waves of heat that whisper and shimmer
humidity dancing in a twenties flapper dress
and these dried out flowers that periscope up
to keep one eye on winter
setting seed for birds that will shiver
in the light of tomorrow’s dawn.
you didn’t have to sing me that song,
there were others who could carry that tune.
you didn’t have to open doors and whisper secrets,
i could have done that on my own.
you didn’t have to turn sideways in the mirror,
i could see your reflection, laughing.
you didn’t have to leak bright bits of sunshine,
they were there, in my forest, before you.
but still, i opened you just like a book
and read each word of your story.
you didn’t have to have such
a sad ending.
i would have loved you,
just the same.
The days are long,
the nights stretch,
and I whisper
as I walk into the sunset.
My heart has wings,
my soul has dreams,
the forest is my home.
Again.
though it would be
if i could offer
you, accept
but instead
it sits here, in my lap
licking wounds
no one asked for
and you,
you turn away
muttering, a whisper
crazy half grin
i never hear
what you say
never ask twice
if i do
there is no answer
just silence that hangs
the air between us
ripe
the way change
rips through your face
just a thought
unspoken
