,
gather me a sinew-sky
full of fireflies with intricate
wings, no-more-questions;
a place to hold my broken
wishes, my brightest
hope. A stone
for keeping,
knowing,
throwing
at my
fears;
a few years
to breathe, be
-lieve in my own
skin again,
call it home.
…
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I like this a lot. Will have to re-read it in the light of having had some sleep.
I wants me one o’ those stones!
Home, love the conclusion De ~
Nice title with “scar-gazing”.
fireflies and a place to be in our own skin….home indeed. I like the title….and oh yes…sometimes having a rock that’s nice and smooth to just run and hold….and then in another mood throw as hard as you can into that lake — or skip it to make ripples. Wonderfuly reply to the prompt, De.
I like this very much … the images make sense, deeply felt …
I love the word-playing title, De, and the idea of home as a sinew-sky, a place where you can keep broken wishes and brightest hopes safe. I also love the lines:
‘A stone
for keeping,
knowing,
throwing
at my
fears’.
you certainly gathered me in here De with your stone and intricate wings – and that feeling of home. Brilliant!
“intricate” … For some reason, this word hanging reminded me of the phrase “in triplicate.” Try to use that in a poem today. I love that phrase. 🙂
Have you ever noticed how close “wishes” is to “wish he’s …”? Aren’t we awful about that? I wish he was like this; I wish he’d do that. You know what I’m talking about — even when we have really great guys.
Then I see “ho pee a stone” … So based on these things, I’m picturing you being kind of a nag on your sweetie, expecting a bit too much, perhaps (in his eyes), and them him straying to another woman because he couldn’t live up to your standards or ever please you. So you’re wishing a kidney stone upon her. 🙂
But you’re stayin’, despite his strayin’. (Ooh, that should be in a poem … and a song; it probably is.) And you’ll have to come to terms with all that’s happened and figure out how to move beyond it to restore your home, OR just leave him.
Obviously this has nothing to do with your poem. I’m making all this up and probably ruining your vision. For that, I’m sorry. But you know I really can’t help it. 😛
I really love the title… scar-gazing… never would have thought about that… but we do carry some scars as that, badge of honor the beauty of the skin can be those scars…
Reminds me of when I got a scar in my face from falling on the bicycle, and a girl at office said it made me look like more manly.
Such a strong opening with the imperative: gather me a sinew sky… a commanding poem. And scar-gazing, too cool.
So much to love about this beginning with the title and the growth that comes with coming to love our woundedness.
the impact of scars on our lives written with a touch of whimsy, I like the thought of “a place to hold our broken wishes”, somewhere to revisit what might one day become something whole and real
The idea of a sinew-sky really drew me in, that one could actually be at home within this world, their own skin. I tend to want to leave my temporal body, to float above and beyond the known sky, but you offer an alternative.
I adore the title and how it flows into the poem. The rock feels like a collection of life’s struggles, all that we gather in life until it’s time to throw it, let go of it. Just an interpretation. ☺