only home

only home

note from self

she smells
trailing jasmine
—only herself
sees a hummer
sip lupine
—only herself
feels soft fleece
tucked inside her sling
—only herself
hears the kind voice
of her friend
—only herself
tastes the sharp tang
of her latte
—only herself
here we are, only home
blazing light of knowing
our very own self

servant to the heart

servant to the heart
note from self

the rooster crows—

she awakens and
comes alive to
this world again
plants her bare
feet on the floor
parks her hands
on her heart and
dedicates the day—
“allow me to serve
let me be kind
may my words be
humane, my touch
tenderhearted
I affirm knowing
not-two”

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

behold

behold

Highland coo on
her cup full of pens
full audiobook
on the thumb drive
dictated words
unfold on her screen
she cannot take
these for granted
everywhere she looks
miracles abound
an endless list
bones reknit
the joy of
warm socks and
nourishing soup
rains are here
yet the sparrows sing
brave souls
behold!

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

the thorn

the thorn
note from self

she sucks
on her thumb
the wound
doesn’t bleed
but the rosebud
embedded
its armor

it throbs

she locates a pin
cures it in spirits
bites on her lip
and digs
the whole thorn
needs to come out
or will fester

so it is with
misunderstanding
knife deep
but with care
the full root
must be plucked
or else it regrows
and could claim her

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

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.

beyond

beyond
note from self

to ken what she is
beyond name and form
this is sweet ruin

no choice in the matter
she came in this way and
was set on a little-known path

to be out of step with
most other people
feels peculiar and strange

it can be lonely but she
meets it with joy and
takes solace in knowing

oh, sweet ruin
name of an anthem—
see home come home be home

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

branded

branded
note from self

she received an order
from destiny—was
branded by love and
the name of her God
right on her chest
over her heart
she remembers the
scent of the searing
the throb of the burn
and the crater it left
others can’t see it
but she knows it’s there
it requires submission
to all that was asked
give it up let it go
and be free

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

quench

quench
note from self

be thirsty
this is primary
a thirst that insists
that requires quenching
your spirit is pining
to notice home
home is not lost
it’s not a family farm
it has no “place” at all
in fact, it’s right here
closer than close
it’s just overlooked
get very quiet
ask yourself—
what doesn’t change?
that is your home
your true safety net
be thirsty for that

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

our corner

our corner

note from self

search the net
no, not that one
Indra’s net instead
our corner’s ablaze
brilliant jewels abound
their facets dazzle—
one kindles another
as infectious as Covid
and maybe as lethal
but oh! such a difference
a variant that’s healthy—
a new kind of deadly
calamitous to suffering
malignant for meanness
unwinds confusion
overflows with mercy
let it spread
let it spread
let it spread

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