
tumblers
when the gateways
in my heart line up,
when I feel safe
and seen,
that sawtooth edge,
the life-shaped key,
clicks tumblers
one two three…
channels clear
love is freed
to flow with ease—
the magic trick,
the sleight-of-hand
is not to lock again
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions
Love this, especially the last two lines. This lands beautifully! And how nice that it fell out of you with ease.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful.
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thank you! This was one of those rare poems that came whole.
Love,
Amrita
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Another one that touches my heart and articulates my life! Thank you so much.
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Thanks, Annie. This one kind of fell out of me. Very little changed later. That’s RARE!!
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