Five Cherries

@skyloverpoetry

Cradling five cherries
in my palm, I feel the weight
not of crimson fruit,
but of your fingertips
when I was mother to the child.



For Toni's inspiring prompt, Mono No Aware in the Imaginary Garden.

Heartsong

@skyloverpoetry

Child of mine, I cannot fathom
the endless beauty of your every
changing tide
but your thoughts I hear
like songs of whales – an echo
carried by the amniotic waves – 

There is no ocean deep
as the farthest reaches of your mind
aswim with memories, gifted beyond gold.
No surf more opalescent than your eyes.



A watery 55 for Caitlin, on her 25th birthday.

The Breeder

You become accustomed
to the term ‘miracle’.
They apply it as a designation
around here, speak in hushed tones,
and your belly
is much admired (and measured).
They feed you up
and send in pamper-bots
so you never complain
about the service,
just wait patiently
until the day they come to harvest
your pumpkin womb.



The next installment in my dystopian series of 55-worders.

Heartfruit

for Jaime

@skyloverpoetry

You are to me
the true tether – the indivisible
umbilical attaching moon
to the ground beneath my feet –
the fruit in the heart
of the flower before it buds –
the certainty
that high tide will follow low –
There is no poem as perfect
as the curl of your fingers in mine
on the first day


A birthday poem, in 55 words, for my youngest daughter.

Toni's prompt on Real Toads, asks poets to Step into the Void. I believe this poem speaks of the Two Dimensional Realm - 六畳の間 (roku jo no ma)