A few weeks ago, poet Kellie Ellmore (Magic in the Backyard) shared a lovely etheree (a 10-line poem with lines containing 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 syllables, respectively) called “Keys.” I was intrigued by the form and started experimenting with it myself. After several attempts, I came up with this little poem–an unintentional companion piece to “Numb,” it would seem, and an indication that my mind continues to dwell on this process of emerging from emotional self-protection…
against the rocky
shoreline of my spirit,
determined to turn boulders
into silky soft, fine-grain sand—
to fashion a warm, welcoming clime
from the stark island my heart has become.