My skull is spillingfamiliar disappointment,but my heart still hopesyour thoughts are just stupefiednot all empty of feeling.
photo by Nick Fewings, on Unsplashfor Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #26: “You can make anything by writing”). Really, writing is magic… we can make with our brains, hearts, and fingers.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Shadows can’t be without light, just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the self that makes me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun: growth and blaze and life and the rest. I know you fear full night—I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…let me be the heartof your twilight, the darknessbalancing the light
photo by Shyam, on Unsplash- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #25: Summer Solstice)