Note: WordPress will no longer allow me to schedule posts. I’ve apparently
gone over their limit of 400. So instead of my poems being sent out automatically
at 12:15 a.m., I’m going to have to manually post them just before I go to bed,
between 9:30–10 p.m.

the price

are you willing
to pay the price?
the big field asks

it takes
the personal,
dark or private,
unwinds what is
crooked or mistaken—
your sorry thoughts
misplaced longings
and desires

the big field
is incandescent
it burns clean,
like cautery, all
that’s labeled
mine
and kindles wonder
in its place

do not be afraid
there is nothing
to lose—

the first narcissus
opens in the chill
tiny, bold and bright
a touch of sunshine
in the gulf of winter

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.