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The year has melted
…………………….bare and blue and
pale against a new pool
……………..of days, dragged its way
over scars and stars
………………………..and bare
……………………………………….patches of hope. We crack
…………………………..open this new egg, thin shelter
bursting, lips thirsting
…………………………………………..for slow breath. We hold
court in sandcastles, tumble
wind and
………………………………tide, slide holy things
into hollow pockets
……..and scatter all
…………………………………to sacred sky.
……
Written for Jasmine’s Jetsam.
Gosh, that’s beautiful. Happy new year, De.
Thanks so much, Misky. Happy New Year!
Sigh, you sure know how to serve up tasty, fulfilling poetry. So content and smiling
Happy New Year!!
“scatter all to sacred sky” Geez, this is sounding better and better. I’m so glad someone has a plan. So far, the new year is kicking my butt. I think I’m about to go back to bed.
These are my faves:
“pale against a new pool” (I would like to just “pale” [fade back] somewhere. Is the pool heated?)
“dragged its way over scars and stars”
“We crack / patches of hope” (re-versed)
“thin-shelter bursting lips”
“thirsting for slow breath”
“We hold / for slow breath” (re-versed)
“We hold court in sandcastles” (indeed)
“tide-slide holy things”
“slide holy things into hollow pockets”
the ending
So yeah, all of it.