breathe, girl.
you’re fine. the moon moats in
her sky, and you
(of also borrowed shine)
can hang awhile longer, too.
breathe in these stars
and mark them well,
treble-tremble your fingers
along their sharpest notes.
whisper yourself
some wings of feathered things,
of flutter, stuttered syllables
soaked in salt and sand.
stand knee-deep in the lull
-aby of sea and scrim
your story into whim of wind.
love her.
rinse.
repeat.
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“treble-tremble your fingers” – Perfect!
“stand knee-deep in the lull
-aby of sea and scrim
your story into whim of wind.” WOW
I love your wordplay poetry 💜
Yes!
Repeat all lullabies!
Wonderful. The alliteration is magical.
Marvelous closer, too. Awesome work, this.
I loved the alliteration and rhythm of this poem. One to be read aloud!
“stand knee-deep in the lull
-aby of sea” … gorgeous
My daughter named her first parakeet Sonata. ♡
treble-tremble your fingers
along their sharpest notes.
Great imagery here.