Loving and Leaving Poetry
Flight
Letting go is hard to do
You move through shards and splinters,
brown leaves swirling, falling, on the brambles,
a fluttering heart, wings worn to shreds.
Melodies I cannot hear
beckon you to unknown country.
I follow, you don’t see me, know me.
I, a clod of half-baked mud,
and you a bird in oblique flight.
First and last lines from Rosmarie Waldrop’s poem, “A Valentine That Can’t Be Sent”
Listen to this poem read by Rebecca A Barrett.
Nolcha’s poems have been curated in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum and Chewers & Masticadores. Accidental interviewer/reviewer. Faker of fake news.
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