#118 of 365 – “shorelines”



I am unsure

of what to do here

or how I should walk


with no muck,

the heavy boots I wear for footing

matter naught


the thick underbrush

of thorns and sour air

that I’ve hacked through


that left me wounded

on a path

where only sorrow’s poison grew


has given way

to silken shorelines

where sweet waters kiss my skin


and honeyed breezes

brush across my face

like prayers from within


it’s a shame

I’m so uncomfortable

in this place I’ve rarely been ―



About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #118 of 365 – “shorelines”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Oooooh! This one goes down SMOOOOOTH! Excellent, plus it came via email the way it’s supposed to! Yaaay! We’ve been offline since Monday afternoon with a “frozen” router that took a service call to cure. Oh, do we miss our computers when we can’t get online! ARGGGGHHH!! ((HUGS)) So glad you’re walking in sunlight again.


    • Blackbird says:

      Yay! Glad the email thingy is working again. And thanks Ron…it’s nice to be in the sunshine. Soooo sorry you had to go without your computers…happy you got it back. And thanks so much for the compliment…smooooooth is good! 🙂

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