Showing posts with label ash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ash. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Vanities



All fires die

down

from embers to ash

retardant and uniform.


Our face and fingertips

warmed when close

once upon those times of

burning.


This glow, you know

attracts more than

the dark and cold that surround

our rituals.


Smoke follows beauty,

we all know 

while choking

back tears

it escapes and rises above

the flames.


The words were carried,

the intentions swallowed,

the time was wasted

watching and waiting

while warm

sparks blink.


Stoking and smoldering

somewhere inside

the pit 

we all knew these bridges

suspend more than belief. 



Painting by Nikolai Astrup, c. 1909 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.





Sunday, November 24, 2019

Witness whiteness


Who is watching?

I feel-

Enough.
It was
-not needed
              any more
Love
         you sooo much
rains    candy,
Sugar name drop not

Justify
Too

it is complicated,
intricate, entanglement-
through
close contact-
intertwined
and inevitable.

You see. You do.
You are-I am too.

Kiss me
Aloud
if you can

in this tension
of Presently,

Let me
             land-

(softly) Held,
holding

your gazing heart
that embers
                    Into

Ashen skin
before

All of This
living in sin
bore witness
To.

Finally,
just

what do you wish
to be called?


Painting by Franz Dvorak, c. 1927 in [Public domain].



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