go ahead, please.
keep the world at bay
while i bray at this moon.
the sky’s got a crazy way
of healing me at center,
a tune that’s set to stun –
the only one that can
uncrumple my petaled skin
and wild my heart.
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I like the thought of the sky wilding one’s heart.
So right about the sky. Some days I can’t stop looking at it. Nice poem!
…”the only one that can wild my heart”….I love it!
‘petaled skin’ – great image. Love me some sky, too.
I am a sky-gazer so I can relate to your words.
Such a gorgeous close to this one, De! 💝💝
Oh yes. Unfurling in that sense of space.
I love those daisies and stars mirroring each other, De, enjoyed the internal and end rhymes in:
‘keep the world at bay
while i bray at this moon.
the sky’s got a crazy way’,
and the idea of uncrumpling petaled skin and wilding a heart!
:the only one that can
uncrumple my petaled skin
and wild my heart.
such an eloquent plea, yearning, poem.
Wonderful metaphors.
Fantastic!
“…and wild my heart.” I love it.
Daisies uplifted faces to the star filled sky…..braying loudly…..
a comfort in the sky….be it night or day…..a healing power that can help me center, accept my petaled skin, uncrumple it, never mind the aging petals, and let me feel wild. That’s how I read this and I love it!
“keep the world at bay while i bray” such a cool line
Wild is magnificent as a verb… wild my heart should be the title of a song.
A solid little poem.
Love, “wild my heart “.