I am a spell bag suspended on a bright string cord.
I am a confession left incomplete,
spoken in a voice as soft as the turning stars.
_____
PS--under the heading of boring minutia, March marks my 7 year blogoversary.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
happy 7 yrs, dearie. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy 7 years of sharing your genius!
ReplyDeleteMe like short word prettys!
Today YUM. UGH!
You took those broken wings and learned to rhyme! You were only waiting for this moment to begin. Fly, blackbird Shay!
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^=
*loves Cloudia's comment*
ReplyDeleteSeven years of INCOMPARABLE poetry! Your poetry showed me just how far outside the box poetry can go. We are all the richer for your amazing imagination. I love this poem. It is Perfect.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you weren't blogging, would you still have several published books under your belt?
ReplyDeleteHappy Blogoversary, Shay.
Happy blogoversary FB! Love your poems!
ReplyDeleteHaha Cloudia, thanks a lot for the earworm! That's great.
ReplyDeleteHope you'll be here for another 7 years, Shay. Interesting description of a soft, soft voice... I had to quiet down myself in order to recognize that here. Lovely!
incomplete confession... love the concept *grin*
ReplyDeleteYou very seldom do poems this brief, Shay, but here you show they can be as vital and as potent as a thousand words. Can a confession ever really be complete?--I wonder. Many congratulations on seven years blogging, and thank you for all the amazing poetry.
ReplyDeleteEach line sings its own song!
ReplyDeleteHappy 7 year blogoversary Shay! I love this poem.....soft like a sigh close to the heart and ear. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou are a quiet wonder, quite wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on 7 years!!! It's impressive and almost as impressive as the poetry (and reviews) we discover here:~)
ReplyDeleteI loved the last lines of this poem!!!
7 years of pure genius (like this poem)!
ReplyDelete