Fasciation

Fasciation
(not fascination)

when branches abrade
bark into cambium
twine imperfectly
meld and grow
into one—
the urge for union is
inscribed on the forest

just so
cats cozy together
dogs sneak onto our bed—
in 10,000 ways
we long for the other
all seeking to merge
in home ground

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

3 thoughts on “Fasciation”

Margaret Rooney

Ah! Wonderful! I love “the urge for union is inscribed on the forest”
this is a gorgeous poem.

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November 8, 2022 at 9:26 am Reply
1. Amrita Skye Blaine
  
  oh, good! I’m so happy you liked it. That phrase that you mention, “the urge for union is inscribed on the forest” — I reread that I thought, did I write that? Sometimes I just don’t know where these are coming from!
  
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  November 8, 2022 at 10:50 am Reply
  1. Margaret Rooney
    
    I know!! That is the fun and surprise of writing poetry!
    Hugs
    
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    November 8, 2022 at 2:31 pm Reply

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