imperfect symmetries

you and I were
imperfect symmetries
of bow and bend
where clavicles met
and launched
a thousand windless
stars to rise
as butterflies
white above
that stretch
of grass beyond
the thereafter thrust
of hushful elm
where alone was
forever and right
I think if bones
were home
yours would reside
in mine

© Sarah Whiteley


  1. This is very beautiful. Elegant and direct! When first reading through this the use of clavicles through me for a bit but upon reading to the end everything fell together so nicely and so reading from the beginning “clavicles” works just perfectly. I am amazed at how many really well crafted, beautifully expressed poems are out there in the blogosphere. This one is especially nice!



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