the sky is calling,
so i wing my way
up
up
up
to say a few words to that
lonely moon. now
waxing, Icarus fooling
no
one,
melting into cloud
cover and ebony’s small
still voice. twitter
-pated by stars,
dot-to-dot-chalk
-trying to figure
out where to begin.
but sometimes
you just smudge your
self silly,
and give in
to
all
that
blue.
written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Oooh!
Oh love this. The sky is calling, we begin to answer, get distracted by twitterpatings, clouds, chalk, when really all that’s needed is to give in. Brilliant!
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