Jul 27
poem challenge: Love Poem

Goldfinch

Yesterday,
a goldfinch on my heart fell in love

it fell in love 
with a stranger
in the grocery store
when he offered to help me
pick out some apples
and a batch of cinnamon 
cookies

it fell in love 
with the way he complained about the prices
and the way he talked
about honeycrisp and fuji apples
and the way he explained how cinnamon 
was made

it fell in love 
with how he could make
the most boring subjects sound interesting
and how each word that came out of his mouth
ignited a tiny flame in my heart
healing the past wounds
that I’ve hidden inside 
for too long

it fell in love 
with how his hands gestured in the air
and his imperfect smile
and the way his eyes
seemed to sink into mine
as we momentarily 
locked gazes

to him it was just another careless glance
but to me
Jul 23

At the edge of the world

I sat at the edge of the world
my legs swaying in the air
my arms hugging my chest
my eyes watching wild ferns  rustle
my breath warm

I sat at the edge of the world
looking
for
the six year old me
in smooth round pebbles
like silvery tears
that I would have collected
if the six year old me were here now

looking for the six year old me
in frost-glazed holly
hanging on pine branches
like the smell of Christmas Eve
that I would have picked
if the six year old me were here now

looking for the six year old me
in wisps of clouds glowing
in sunset gold
like crystalline glass
that I would have pretended were alive
if the six year old me were here now

looking for the six year old me
in golden  treetops
showered with sunlight
and wonder
that I would have climbed
and called out to the world
Jul 22

Night in Paris

Jul 20
poem challenge: Freedom

forget me

I lied down on the dampened earth
beneath the moonless sky.
shadows of invisible things
pervaded the songless night

I stared into the empty air
counting forgotten stars,
but to me they burned like crimson fire
and a million broken hearts

I felt the touch of forget-me-nots
as petals rippled in the wind,
forming an ocean of seafoam blue
soft flutters against my skin

I clutched a blackbird to my chest
but it flapped and quavered and cried.
“It’s okay,” a voice whispered in me,
“I’ll hold you close and tight.”

The blackbird said nothing to me
but we both understood and knew,
so we let silence hold our bond
the blackbird stopped struggling too

And just when I seemed to drift away
into a land of the blackbird’s home,
a streak gashed across the sky
and white blood flowed like veins –

a shooting star, a shooting star!