Somebody switched on the skylights too soon
and the moon slipped out of her own silhouette
and we have yet to find a way to make her stay.
I am already mourning stars, all pinpricked hope
and other tiny ways to wish for something more.
The sun’s a broken-open egg, too raw at center
to form full thought. I’m caught between these
two sky circles, undone by their circumferences
and sting. The crow and caw of every living thing
says today’s got something new to give and maybe
maybe if I sliver it quite thin, I might taste it. Or
place it high enough for all to see over all this din.
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Quickly, day 15.
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“I’m caught between these
two sky circles, undone by their circumferences”
That is stunning and so original.
Thanks, Chica. 🙂
I love “egg, too raw at center to form full thought”. Excellent wordsmithing.
“Eggcellent!!!” – “maybe if I sliver it quite thin,” – wonderful.
To spice up life… we must pepper it with our own words!
So many good lines within.