see,
the world’s come undone
and she is in the long and arduous
……….(amorous)
process of re
-building.
she’s
filling her pockets with
…………………….(magic)
sand, searching for true
blue moments on land
and holding sky
-breath in for later breathing.
she
prefers circles and swirls
to cornered stay,
the light of moon to bright
of day, and blanket forts
and hammock sway
to the way
things are going.
so she’ll
quilt a smile
and tuck in tight,
wait it out by firefly light
and know starshine
will make it right
if she’s patient enough
to stay.
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So much cleverness here! ~Like that tucked in “oeuvre”!
I love these:
“filling her pockets with
…………………….(magic)
sand, searching for true”
“she prefers circles and swirls”
~That hanging shell/she’ll. Oh, it’s also “SOS hell”!
the double meaning in “patient”
“wait it out by firefly light”
“to stay” wants to also be “Tolstoy” 🙂
So glad you’re writing again. I know how hard that must be, given the state of this upside-town, topsy-turvy world.
~And how the title isn’t “square one,” as in starting at the beginning, but “square-one”—one who is square, or a thing that is square—like that first line, the “sea”—a square one 🙂
Or a square building, square pocket, square circle, square moon. You get the idea. This makes me think of Allison from Cry Baby (Amy Locane). She was also in Melrose Place and School Ties, by the way. (Now I want to watch all those again. I ❤ the ‘90s.)
I was also thinking of quilting squares, and the way they all connect.
I love that you saw Tolstoy in there. 🙂
P.S. This is also excellent as a hopscotch poem.
🙂
That last stanza is pure magic. I love the way your title fit this lovely poem.