Breaking and Hatching

Maggy pie

Fifty years of winging

births and anniversaries

downstream crows feet

scratching yellow vinyl letter jackets

Magpie chatter on the morning dew

Do you hear the racket?

Making broken slumber of Shadowlands?

Ever after calls the day

Stirs the grey down feathers

hands and feet to outstretched

Tracing smooth impressions

muscle memory where you slept

a collection of joys and tears

reduced to back pain

missing happy happy flight

I smile a pain laced smile you can not see

but choose to hear as happier on iTunes

Lest you forget the pass along

cool tracks

coffee calling cards and napkins

splashed with hurried creamer

on community boards

We might be dreaming

wielding magic beans

Most likely slamming poetry

and crazy play daze

bookmarked in volumes we have yet to read

in speak easy

cakes we’ve yet to bake and eat

a pull-string vision lightbulb I am bound to free

to my creation

Cheap cheap

I reach to set the lens of sight

You take a photo just for fun

for me

of eggs in slow mo, stop turning one by one

Then bursting forth

They’re hatchlings testing wings

in copy making new ways

from yesterdays, from nest lays risk and jump

a tremulous dive to bank and glide beyond the cottonwood

Forever calling out their shaky landings,

To scratch the dusty lice from backs of silent chawing cattle

the trusting cows who chew their words with cud that can’t be spoken

Here in the grassy fields where wild wears no first or last names

nor Fear can forge or steal away

this blessed freedom


a priceless treasure

A Natural wonder

Pure and messy pleasure

She lies in waking prone to Creativity

A Muse of Magic making

She keeps a blessed nest for hatching and for breaking

bad for better

in her divine fertility


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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