#261 of 365 – “magic rope”

“magic rope”


such bashful trees


under their leaves

blowing their

sweet summer breath

in the breeze

pulling me


to my swing

in the yard


a tire

and magic rope

dispelled all





About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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5 Responses to #261 of 365 – “magic rope”

  1. pi314chron says:

    Marvelous! Even if the world wasn’t really as we have romanticized it, is that world any less real in our minds? You’ve answered it for me — the world where a tire and a rope can make magic happen and take away all our pain. This poem is of the heart, a heart broken…but mending and mending your readers’ hearts in the process. Keep writing, and we will ALL be made whole. — Ron —

  2. Starralee says:

    That IS nice, the poem. And Ron makes a good point–sometimes the accumulated words of other poets does effect healing.

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