•fly away•
a swallow tattoo
on this heart
of mine
seasonal swoops
of satisfaction
freedom in a
fork-tailed
friend, black-blue
russet-chested
glad you are
back, right on time
my heart sorely
needed an ink-infusion
of set-me-freedom ~
A.M. Pine 🌲
Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in.
Wendell Berry
Pain, iron me out
steam, heat
seared straight
peace, swinging
on hanger.
A.M. Pine 🌲
WEARINESS
Oh let me be alone, far from eyes and faces,
Let me be alone, a while, even from you;
My soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces,
The urge of useless winds, the sky of pitiless blue;
Let me be alone, a while, in twilit places,
Waiting the merciful night, the stately stars and the dew.
Sara Teasdale, Mirror of the Heart, p. 36
Inspired by 지민
higher than the sky strangers
worlds apart, working on our art
ripples move outward, crisscrossing
your artistry, smiles, emotion,
dedication challenges me
maybe my covid-fueled
“mild-midlife crisis”
fandom can trickle
down into new fuel
for motherhood
for wifedom
and for my purple-tinged,
idea-driven
lifedom.
~A.M Pine 💜🌲💜
“cozy chaos
sounds like a poem,”
said a friend.
shards of color,
warmth of light,
kind encouragement,
all combine to comfort
my raging heart.
A.M. Pine 🌲
colorful spines down
the home library’s back
a living being
fire-breathed
forest of words
scaled and long-limbed
hint of dangerous beauty
caresses and rustles
through my pine-needled
red hair.
A.M. Pine 🌲
sharing songs, ‘Zero
O’ Clock, Oscar the Grouch clips
social media joy.
A. M. Pine 🌲
onion me
layers peeled
underneath it all
just
dirt
root vegetable?
shedding skin
pungent
crinkled
wrinkled
thin-slivers of flavor.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Hope dribbles down edge
of my flat heart, pools, sits, stills
rise, shine out of eyes.
A.M. Pine 🌲
Piecing pain and peace
together in one sinew-
stitched heart landscape.
~A.M. Pine 🌲
Ella is swaying
her song tickling and joyful
like my tree-top friend.
~A.M. Pine 🌲
A.M. Pine - Hearth Ridge Reflections 