When Suitcases Fail

I had those years of baggage
packed all away, closed
my heart, turned off
the light, blindly chose
first flight to a desert island

Anticipating wave-song
canvases of stars
the only dissonance distant
in shriek of unseen birds

Now I can’t regret
those sunny dresses
cute hats cast wordless
and strewn over empty blue

16 thoughts on “When Suitcases Fail”

  1. I really am a happy with the transformation in this poem. It seems like it starts with a harsh kind of knowing and ends with an ‘I don’t need to know,’ which is very liberating. Not sure that is what you wanted to express, but it certainly captures my writer’s journey.

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