Distance of Blackbirds

Written for:  Sunday Muse #215

Unforgettable memories by SV-Blackart on DeviantArt
Once you meant something
to me.  Now I must let
you go, stop the burning
in my heart.  Start a fire
of my own with all those
possessions of yours
I have kept.  No more.
I am traveling a distance
through a formidable fog 
that attempts to swallow 
the moon.  Led by a flock
of blackbirds, I make
my way.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to Distance of Blackbirds

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    I love this, Sara, especially the closing lines. I can see that flock of blackbirds.


  2. Gillena Cox says:

    Nice one.
    Starting out with inspirations of a freedom flock



  3. Shawna says:

    This is an incredible poem, Sarah. I will read this stunning piece many times. Thank you for giving this life. “Start a fire of my own,” the fog, the blackbirds—those are my favorites.


  4. Time to start anew. A positive piece indeed.


  5. wyndolynne says:

    Really enjoyed this–it felt like a beginning to a journey to somewhere better.


  6. Carrie V. H. says:

    I love the idea of fog swallowing the moon. This is gorgeous Sara!


  7. Moving on, leaving the pain behind. I love the images in this, Sara.


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