Fickle (outlines)

The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: (out)Lines

A month ago -snow
tomorrow
82 Fahrenheit
and the complaints
come full circle.

You ask…

better to stay within
the lines
be defined
by boundaries -knowing
what tomorrow brings

or do you dare
venture beyond
the scope of man’s imagination
tormented by inconsistencies
and drama?

The future is not for the faint. Hearts face eye-to-eye. Don’t blink
if you want to survive.

Instead of watching the news
she ran away
burned the newspaper clippings
forgot her name
changed the sky to green…

to never be seen. Again.

My Feathered Heart

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My Feathered Heart (original poem)

My review of The Feathered Heart by Mark Turcotte.

I once found a teeny-tiny downy woodpecker feather. At most, the feather measured one inch (2.54 cm) in length. My guess as to the year found would be 2010. I had since lost the treasure to find it again while packing up our house to move. Todayโ€™s date 3/11/2018.

The feather, seen above in the bookmark constructed, is grey/black with five incomplete white spots. The spots are not complete circles as the white color lies on the fringe. As such, it mimics my teetering heart, lying on the edge of an invisible border erected by thoughts. It is my feathered heart that led me to find Mark Turcotte and his book of poems, The Feathered Heart.His book will be returned to as often as needed. To remedy my soul with feeling words erected as fences. (I found a used copy, to be delivered just in time for my birthday, through Amazon ๐Ÿ˜.)

My wayward feet travel searching for answers. The silences weave protection. The war i battle is not within but from outside the curtained window. I learn to dress in velvet’s hope.