Response to Wordle prompt #23 at Red Wolf Poems
Swallow the blues
as if drinking
down a monsoon
full of rocks pinging
through to your roots.
Be patient with wild blue birds of
swallowed sorrow nesting.
Do not be swayed by what chases you
screeching wild peacock cries for help.
Do not run away.
Keep company with your own self
until rocks crack open to
reveal hearts of chestnut.
Something relaxes
unfurls another fluting tendril.
The tree inside you blooms
out through your fingers
your toes your hair.
Save your breath.
Fill your lungs with the songs
of small blue birds.
Invite the gaudy peacocks
who have their place
nesting beneath the tree.
There is always a home
for beauty and need
tucked beneath this tree
full of a trillion tiny birds
bright blue and singing.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
I fave this line:
The tree inside you blooms
out through your fingers
your toes your hair.
😀
Hey Irene–thanks for reading and especially for taking the time to comment–and thanks for all your lovely work on Red Wolf–what an awesome site you have all built over there.
Thanks for the lovely comment. Glad you’re playing!
I love the birth feeling after that rock cracks open…I love these:
“Be patient with wild blue birds of
swallowed sorrow nesting.”
And the shift from sorrow to joy in the closing is bright.
Very enjoyable…thank you and thank you for your visit as well!! 🙂
Hey Hannah–thank you for reading and especially for taking time to comment. Looking forward to reading more over at Red Wolf.