A new month, a new poem! This one is from the collection mortal by Ivy Alvarez (poem reprinted here with her permission).
Read it again and again. Read it out loud as many times as the people around you will tolerate. Send it to your friends. Think about the words, the sounds, the images. Share your thoughts about it in the comments section of this post, just as though you were sitting around a circle at a "real life" poetry group. Discuss the piece 'til your heart's content. (Next week, we'll offer a prompt based on the discussion.)
pale white body against the glass
wings pressed towards the light
I am a pulse
I cannot stop beating, beating
so drawn to the alien thing
there is no time to care
the light beckons and I am there
call me ephemeral
soon the crickets will sing their cacophony
and the grass will have my dry wings
And don't forget about our collaborative sestina here. Contribute some lines?