wax-winged

 

Blurry around the edges
I watch them carve the vast
knife-edged darkness
and empty bones

all the seeming freedom
yet
feathered satellites
to hollow of home
and need

 

6 thoughts on “wax-winged”

  2. Of all the things you have ever written … I think this one is my favorite. I think I’d like it on a coffee mug, or a canvas bag that I can carry other words around in.

    Yes. I think I would.

    Shared this (and your Amazon Author link) on my Facebook page with similar words; I tagged your facebook page, so you may see it.

    1. I like the notion of a canvas bag in which you carry words, words I imagine to be a jumbled yarn-tangle of meanings and promises of things that might have been said.

      Yes, I like the thought of that bag.

      Thank you, Amy.

  3. I’m playing mad catch up tonight. For reasons I haven’t inspected, I’ve been playing hooky from the internets.
    Then I missed you.

    And I smile at the truths in this offering of yours.

    1. A secret?

      I don’t mean the birds to be children. I think people are reading it that way, but no … that’s not what I intended.

      Shhh. It works either way.

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