Shownotes
One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise.
Cradle
Meagan Sexton
I feel storm-woven into exhale,
loud rage of drum
preludes river current tears.
Lightening unlids origami eyes—
folded corners open
as wings of swan
take flight to the light.
Repression dissipates with release—
we speak in tongue of stardust,
tender bouts of longing lift by sigh.
Fingertips brush skin
in feathered silence;
this sheen of want
cocoons stability.
I rain
in contemporary know,
a rumble of reached echo
held like the breath of reason;
a cradle of taut vision.
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