#43 of 365 – “sonata”



it is a half moon

in the black sky tonight

it is a lone path

and a dark page I write

it is a slow sonata

that measures the mood

and softens the blunt edge

of unkind solitude

it is a crestfallen whisper

to forces unknown

it is a poor word

that follows an unadorned tone

it is a naked remembrance

and a stone heavy root

that produces the harvest

of restless fruit


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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