the solitary one without even a mirror-friend.
Turn a circle on the spot,
recite the rhyme out to its end.
In time, more arrive.
In time, a future told and spoken,
in magpie voice,
talisman and token.
Then, old love,
it is well enough to go
regardless wounds or weather
even so.
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a 55 for my BFF.
Even when ill, you knock your poem right out of the park. I especially like this one.
ReplyDeleteShay--As usual, when you use rhyme, it takes me half a poem to realize it, because it's so seamlessly done.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, and may 2018 be a wonderful year for you.
I especially love stanza 2. This is a spell which speaks of a bright future.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think about perseverance, despite sadness. It also has a kiss of magic giving it a fairy tale feel, which I find irresistible.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I meant by 'glass for magpies..." a treasure where others see ruins, and a spell that once found, turns the world. A shining 55, dear Shay, and one that couldn't please me more, especially since you did what I love best, work your magic in rhyme. I hope you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteSome days, regardless of how shiny things are, only hello and goodbye will do.
ReplyDeleteSome days add...some days subtract. Living takes a bit of hope to keep night from swallowing us in its curtain.
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