“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label passion. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
drawing with charcoal
Seething and sizzles
with intermittent sparks,
This dawn cracks
its sharp end
Making wake
a current state of fray
Today
may bring light
By ignition
cauterized by the heart.
Painting by Alphonse Asselbergs (1839-1916), 'Around a Fire in the Forest', in Public Domain.
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