slant of light
late in the afternoon
my favorite slant of light
it tickles the firethorn
invites sunflowers to turn
shifts jasmine’s white to cream
dusts everything with gold—
so why do poems demand the night?
my earth suit wants to sleep
yet fingers claim the keys
silence awakens my genie
she swigged that slant of light—
her drink of choice—it kindled
inner fire and pleads for air
write it write it write it now
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.
the heart of the matter 
❤️🌻🌞🌠
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Thank you! I just love that you’re reading them.
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oh yes! The poet’s delight, and filmmaker’s favorite: the honeyed hour!
You capture it perfectly.
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