Write a secret poem

Lime peel, riverbank, ermine

Art created by DreamStudio—the Eno River by Georgia O’Keeffe

For Luke

When the leaves crisp red, we go to the Eno
Walk along the riverbank a tickle in my toes
Acorn caps and the tree roots intertwined
I’m walking alongside you, spirit feels fine

Sabbath naps salve for the mind's eye
Spiders weave art on the windowsill
Recover the time capsule between stimuli 
Slow glowing embers warm bodies still

I imagine God with fur and tiny ermine eyes
In dreams, I float and dip on a swelling tide
Citrus juice floats my mind like a lime peel
Long exposure photo soft edges feel

I want to greet the twenty-year-old me
Assure her the decade most of us survive
Put the shrill voice away for no one to hear
Write a secret poem to keep heart alive

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Hello, friends. It is freshly October and I’m beginning to crave root vegetables. I’ve felt a gentle heartbreak in my chest this week—do you know the ache? I read that physical pain can be the only sign of depression for some. I find it strange and slightly miraculous how orchestrated mindset and heartset can be. The things that bring me comfort, in any order, are friends’ voices in the speaker box of my phone, Bailey’s tiny breaths, and secret poems.

This week’s writing prompt: What keeps your heart alive with comforts small and near? Imagine going for a walk with a friend who lives far away. Where are you going? What do you see, taste, smell? What do you wish to say to your twenty-year-old self?

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See you soon in poem land,

Elizabeth

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