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(In Equal Parts: the Science & Faith of Love.)

Night streams around the bed as I lie, waiting
like a closed book forgotten on a grassy pillow

where you have come to the riverbank
from a place of ruin to drink.

I have untied my hair, naked
but for the weight of memories

which press upon me as you lean forward
and part my breasts like living pages,

bend to read the wordless truth of heart
inscribed beneath translucent skin.

Even a holy man must kneel to touch
his lips to the blessed water, and pray.

Even This Twilight

We have lost even this twilight.
Pablo Neruda



A green gloom pervades
this lilypad hiatus
where we hover
above water
below sky
like dragonflies
who have lost
their sense of direction.
We, who have chosen
to be blind
to each other,
see yet where tendrils
of the past grow
and we cling, wings inert
too afraid
of what it means to let go.



Practising the art of writing the Flash 55.

Is this a message?

And you wonder, is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Eleanor Lerman



Life has a funny way
of revealing itself to you:
the closest star burns
its unwieldy light against your eyelids
and you commence with
the patterns of whatever peculiar
plot line is your own,
impelled towards
an imaginary conclusion
unreachable as it may be
but sometimes you remember
all stars are still shining during the daytime,
not only the sun,
and you let the sadness go.

Shadow

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Winter passed and then the Spring
like rusty shadows of old songs grown cold.

Flight

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The canary-throated raven grows roots while she whistles her platitudes.

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"The raven claw is a wick of an eternal flame, forever holding the gift of life, a flower."

A solitary lily cannot take root
upon the grave of one
who snapped her
from the growing stem
for an instant of bliss
brief as a candle flame
guttering away the gloom -
nor the raven of nightfall
canary a eulogy for one
who could not strive
beyond the barriers
of his self-composed cage.



A poem inspired by the art of Jason Limberg which includes words from my Skylover Wordlist.

A Skylover Word List ~ Apparition

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Apparition

I am the voice in your dreams
the apparition who turns her back
upon the moonless night
and climbs into your solitude,
wraps her weightless legs
around your hips
and combs her fingers
through your troubled mind.
I am your yearning.
Made of flesh and memory,
so close, my scent is upon you.
No wonder, then, why you tremble
when you wake to find me gone.



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This poem is written with words from my Skylover Wordlist for January and in reply to my own prompt in the final Play It Again! prompt in the Imaginary Garden: Poetic Voice.

If anyone would like to join me in writing poetry from this list of words, and would like me to read and comment on their post, please paste the link to the post in the comments below or you can tag me on Instagram.

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Kerry O'Connor

A new Skylover Wordlist will be shared on the 1st of February.