Direction

A quote as inspiration...

I have lost my sense of direction.

Once, like every little bee
with her magnetic heart, I knew

which way was north, could navigate
my flight through hurricanes, locate your open arms
in honeyed nights, and sleep despite the sting.

@skyloverpoetry

For Magaly's Weekend Challenge, a Cherita form poem, combining prompts:
Toni's "Poetry begins with a lump in the throat", and a prompt of mine from last October,
Notebook Poetry

Wings & Fragments

Kerry O'Connor Art

A man came to me
With a bird in his hand
Asking if I would trust
My wings to his care
And accept him over the open sky.

Shadows

Blackbird
Kerry O'Connor
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Restless after dark
A blackbird flies alone
Where no torch burns the shadows ~
Cupping the moon in my palm
I am the eclipse



For Sherry, after a month of poetry writing, the toads are Celebrating Ordinary Things.
I am on a break from poetry, and have turned again to my inks to illustrate a micro-poem from the Skylover archives.

Your Muse

You that lose nothing
Know nothing
W.S. Merwin



Here comes the insurgent’s bride
dressed in leaves of green

She makes love to you in dreams
crushing fragments of yesterday

to dust beneath her bare feet
She has no use for futile tears

She will dismiss the faltering notes
of the song you sing for her

She is everywhere and nowhere now
Why do you choke on the taste of alone?


Day 19 ~ MUSE

I am hosting in The Imaginary Garden today with my Micro Poetry prompt: "I am my own muse".

Obituary

@skyloverpoetry
Poetry Reading on Instagram

I will leave
with the leaf torn
lying fallen, damper
than mist’s grave silence
winds from this flowery bed.
I will implant with tears
my grim March
driven mad with the stench
of mud and marigolds.


An Autumnal Dirge for Magaly's Weekend Challenge: Homographic Fun

As A Stormcloud

As a Stormcloud
on Instagram

The west wind blew in
a poem lovely as a stormcloud –
it electrified my hair
and rained in my teacup
but I stirred, stirred
until it dissolved away
and I swallowed the bitter brew –
opting instead
to feel nothing today.


Micro Poetry ~ A Poem Lovely As