poetry writing month – Thistle Thoughts

#OctPoWriMo Day 22

the tide that took
you away had a
street name

blue bulb
gives these walls
an icy glow

it’s been too long
since rejuvenating waters fell

steady we row, we walk,
we stand on sacred shorelines

last night I dreamed
of melting faces

catch a
processing breath

I had to let go
of a life I planned for me

shaken awake
by hands of ancestors

A Letter to My Muse

we’d only suffer
a shock from
touching you