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
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.
I love this, Sara, especially the closing lines. I can see that flock of blackbirds.
Starting out with inspirations of a freedom flock
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.
Thanks so much, Shawna!
Time to start anew. A positive piece indeed.
Really enjoyed this–it felt like a beginning to a journey to somewhere better.
You may be right! Thanks, wyndolynne.
I love the idea of fog swallowing the moon. This is gorgeous Sara!
Moving on, leaving the pain behind. I love the images in this, Sara.
Thanks so much!
I like that last line