beacon

beacon

all my life
driven toward
an unknown
unseen goal—
refined, but
I was still seeking
so destined
for suffering

I called it
True North
knew its
inexorable pull
it framed my days
offered dimension
and shading

until
I noticed
stillness within
unchanging
reliable
no shape
no color

the silence
bright and alive
waving hello
nothing to find
nowhere to go
closer than close
already here

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

upheld

upheld

while it’s hard
to bear losses
be upheld by love
notice small details
frost on the roof
a prediction of rain
the blessing of
friendship
breathe it in
breathe it out
feel the support
of love’s ground

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

hard bumps – a pantoum

The pantoum is a poetic form originating in 15th century Malaysia that uses repetition. It’s a poem of any length composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The final stanza is often two lines from the first stanza.

hard bumpsa pantoum

life is a bumpy ride
a rumble strip of tests
we are left with one clear job
to hunt for the good in all

a rumble strip of bumps
can pitch you to the ground
search for opportunity
to soften painful blows

pitched onto the ground
push to standing again
look to soften those blows
with a change in point of view

push to standing again
don’t let blows lay you low
with a change in your mindset
you can reframe the losses

be resilient with blows
look for good inside trials
you can reframe the losses
and build a fresh way forward

poke around those hard trials
there’s lessons to be learned
they’ll show a fresh way forward
and point you toward new doors

life is a bumpy ride
we are left with one clear job

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

love’s drum

love’s drum

the steady beat
warmth inside
a heart so wide
to wrap us all
love’s drum
it’s not personal
nor should it be
but always there
when we dig
deep

listen now
at dawn the thrum
increases
and hearts awaken
sparrowsong and
owl’s beating wing
matching thud
in your chest
breathe chill air
crunch on sidewalk
feel light streaming
over the land

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

love at first light

love at first light

love pours down
in every drop of rain
just as first light
comes—it’s not
a lazy rain but
undemanding
more than shower
less than deluge
steady

the ground
swills it in
this land so dry
reservoirs have
steep copper walls
pleasure boats
crowd in the
pocket-size lake
that remains

birds come awake
in the gray dawn
feast on sunflower
shaking their
red-dusted wings
drops flying, they
crowd the feeder
hunger-driven
in the wet chill

each drop that
pings the roof
a grace, a blessing
fills the aquifer
wet love quenching
the thirst of the land
down, down keep
pouring down
this, my prayer

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

downpour

downpour

a mere glance of rain

the drops start slow
then strike the window
slantwise
sharp and hard

the pinging soothes
steadies and cheers
her mind can let go
muscles relax—she’s
rocked in the hammock
of the raindrop chant

it brings her home
she drops into
the field and rests
in the life-giving song

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

clamor

clamor

twenty-four-hour news
social media rants
raucous human noise

instead
thunderheads
in rising wind

first the plunk
of single drops
then the downpour
a steady thrum
on the roof
the silence inside

softens my body
mind emptied
I choose
the clamor of rain

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

geocaching for joy

geocaching for joy

her GPS is set for
unique coordinates
a homing device
that keeps her aligned
with stops on the way
she searches for
curiosity and wonder
and especially awe
these will clarify
her home ground

remember
the hide-and-seek
game from childhood?
you’re getting warmer
her brother would say
could he be trusted?
was he telling the truth?

her GPS offers
route choices—
shorter, more scenic
stop for snacks here
avoid traffic this way
take the country path
recalculate for joy

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

conduit of wonder

conduit of wonder

first light
creeps back
as our planet spins
it’s quiet out there
until the birds come
I hear twitters
and tweets
in the bushes
then they show
themselves, blinking
fast as though
rubbing their eyes
little red house sparrows
hummers greedy to
feed—eventually
a lament of doves
feast on seeds
dropped from the feeder
ten, fifteen
even more
busy on the ground
mostly safe
at our house
could be a hawk
or cat around
one predator
never here—
no guns now or ever
simply wonder
light
winged things
and luscious calm

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

heart of sunlight

heart of sunlight
note to self

stand in the brilliance
allow it
drink it in—
now leap out of your mind
let it do what minds do—
rattle on

drop behind or prior
soak in toasty warmth
your animal self
craves this—
simply be

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