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
Enjoyed this... especially the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteOh so cleverly crafted! I love the ripened stars and flight.
ReplyDeleteIf only...
ReplyDeleteWe feel safe in our own basket, but sometime we need to leave it and explore the world.
ReplyDelete'Ripened stars' from all that - yes, I believe.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
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.
ReplyDeletewonderful poem... especially the end
ReplyDeletenow there is a nest of ripened stars
where once that basket stood
and so I pull them out one by one
and fly
Oh! I do love your ripened stars! Wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteOr 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
Deletelove this! - the basket of chances that ripen into stars, allowing one to fly away
ReplyDeletebrilliantly crafted
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.
ReplyDeleteReally liked the image of pulling the stars out one by one and then flying. Loved your wordings.
ReplyDeleteIt is all about spreading those wings and fly... Lovely write.
ReplyDelete-HA
wonderful.. optimistic.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!! I love this! Great ending!
ReplyDelete"a nest of ripened stars" - a beautiful metaphor
ReplyDeletewow, this is so beautiful and whimsical. almost like a fairy tale!
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
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.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted and it is like a wonderful fairy tale. A pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
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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