6 October








I swept my chances into a yellow basket

filled with clever blinks and secret handshakes

and the flesh of my dreams

I set it down in a corner of the porch

 for the length of

another human's life time



now there is a nest of ripened stars

where once that basket stood

and so I pull them out one by one

and fly





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  1. Enjoyed this... especially the second stanza.

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  2. Oh so cleverly crafted! I love the ripened stars and flight.

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  3. We feel safe in our own basket, but sometime we need to leave it and explore the world.

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  4. 'Ripened stars' from all that - yes, I believe.
    This is a lovely way for me to look at something I do when life, work and extended family worries grow too big and interfere with sleep - I bundle them up into a basket that I set out on the veranda (very spooky that this is what you've written!). Perhaps now I can imagine that they will ripen and appear as stars.

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  5. how magical...when you said you left it for the length of another humans life...i knew it was going to be good...i like the stars you ride...smiles.

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  6. wonderful poem... especially the end

    now there is a nest of ripened stars

    where once that basket stood

    and so I pull them out one by one

    and fly

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  7. Oh! I do love your ripened stars! Wonderful poem!

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  8. I'm still thinking about for the length of another human's life time. So the other person is gone because the basket no longer rests in that corner.

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    1. Or maybe the basket no longer rests there because the other person is gone...or maybe the stuff in the basket changed into starts over time

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  9. love this! - the basket of chances that ripen into stars, allowing one to fly away

    brilliantly crafted

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  10. Oh my goodness, this is richly beautiful, with its basket filled with "the flesh of my dreams", and then the "nest of ripened stars". Really lovely.

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  11. Really liked the image of pulling the stars out one by one and then flying. Loved your wordings.

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  12. It is all about spreading those wings and fly... Lovely write.

    -HA

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  13. Wonderful!! I love this! Great ending!

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  14. "a nest of ripened stars" - a beautiful metaphor

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  15. wow, this is so beautiful and whimsical. almost like a fairy tale!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  16. Each of us will interpret this evocative piece in our own way. When we lose a partner or loved one there is still a basket of memories to hang on to or dispose of. Every decision is hard as part of us is in them too.

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  17. Beautifully crafted and it is like a wonderful fairy tale. A pleasure to read.
    Anna :o]

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  18. I loved this. It made me think of a long marriage and the letting go of children. But it also has other meanings for me. Very nice.

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