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poetry: a square of sky

what would you pay for this bit of blue?
i will throw in flour dust
and a turmeric-stained apron.

you might find bent hinges,
snippets of moon song,
silver strands curling at the edges.

moth light and steady sandstone.

cloudy mirrors, well-worn paths,
watercolor stained jars,
books under beds, and 
hollows shaped by holding.

what would you pay me
for this bit of blue?

*14/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

13 thoughts on “poetry: a square of sky”

    • I’ll take that as a compliment! If you’re interested in my thought process…I’m on a trip with my nephew and he mentioned that I don’t have a job. Which is technically kind of true. I’ve been a caregiver for various kids and people most of my life. I’m good at it. Unfortunately, if you don’t make money (caregiving, art) then somehow what you do isn’t valued the same. So, this was my attempt at processing those feelings.

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  4. This poem asks a simple question only to advise that it was never about price. Every image carries the warmth of a life lived—flour dust, a turmeric-stained apron, books under beds, hollows shaped by holding.

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    • Thank you. It was spurred by someone saying I don’t “work,” but I think work doesn’t always have a monetary value. Art, love, caregiving, these are important things that we hold dearly yet undervalue.

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  5. You don’t work?!? I would beg to differ: you keep up a pace that I’ve hated all my life. There’s busy, but then there’s pace. I like a steady, slower pace. Now, the poem:

    This is my favorite of the current run. Avoids the Artfully Arranged Prose school of modern blog poetry. I took it differently than you intended, it looks like. I thought it commented about the priceless.

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