Is this a poetry blog now? Not really

But damn it felt nice to post those last time, so now, in lieu of talking about my inner struggle with writing a low-stakes, straightforward romance fic (okay, as straightforward as I can make them. In this case involves kidnapping), I'll drop another poem I've been working on.

Because, you see, poetry might be mostly a way to work around my ideas but I do enjoy it, so I've been doing some exercises from Mary Oliver's Poetry Handbook (and, yes, I should get something like that but for my native language) and this is something I wrote trying to think about the sounds of the words:

blend by difference

hers is the loneliness of the conch
of the seashore as sunshine returns
licking the shadows with color
painting seafoam desires
over perfect pearly sand.

mine is one of the open skies
a brushstroke of cloud across sunny horizons
the white flash of fleeting wings
as foolish life pushes through, blindly
unaware of this moment
and its finest gold.