Sonnet for the Empty Nesting
I still can feel my new milk spill pearl-pale
Drops of white on pastel nights; opaque lights
Blending pinks and blues into twisting tails
Of kites cut loose, sent leaping into flight.
Like photos twice exposed, my memories
Raise visions of my kids in every scene;
In empty fields I see them swing, monkeys
With bare feet, from trees no longer standing.
The cords that now connect thread cloudy thin
Across the sky, and carry on taut lines
Vibrations of the love that’s anchored in
My flesh, where once their blood and breath were mine.
In wistful vigil I wait here, at home,
For their return from journeys of their own.
CARRIE DANAHER HOYT is a life-long lover and writer of poetry. It is her humble opinion that poetry is the highest form of human communication. Poems (she says) at once highlight what is unique and what is universal in humanity; the bond between writer and reader is intimate and sincere (kind of like Facebook, only better).
Carrie lives in Massachusetts where she is a wife and mother of three school-aged kids. To pay the bills (as her poems don’t yet do this) she works as an estate planning attorney. Beside family and poetry, she loves travel, volunteer work and concerts.
-TWITTERIZATION NATION: 8-9-2017
The Image “No Name #2” by Ryan Schaufler was first published in Rattle Magazine’s online Ekphrastic Challenge.
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