the sky is flat
unbaked clay, still dusty
waiting to take a breath
morning yawns and stretches
repeated chirp
the simple pattern of a heartbeat
rises above other awakenings
even as it fades
over time and distance
a hawk's piercing call
slices through
seems a moment of clarity
but it silenced the birdsong and
left a wake of confusion
slowly retuning
its peaceful cacophony
a horizontal sliver
cracks the gray
blue glazed hints
promises of brilliance
©Erin Croley
(from #MadVerse, #Magick_Words & #MSpoetry prompts)
unbaked clay, still dusty
waiting to take a breath
morning yawns and stretches
repeated chirp
the simple pattern of a heartbeat
rises above other awakenings
even as it fades
over time and distance
a hawk's piercing call
slices through
seems a moment of clarity
but it silenced the birdsong and
left a wake of confusion
slowly retuning
its peaceful cacophony
a horizontal sliver
cracks the gray
blue glazed hints
promises of brilliance
©Erin Croley
(from #MadVerse, #Magick_Words & #MSpoetry prompts)