Bonfire Desiderata
Third degree burns
between your lips
Tongue black and
peeling
In all these years,
You have said nothing
you meant
Locked your thoughts
in
Sinews, exposed to
the air
Toughened so that the
edges are now sharp enough to scratch
We know the rules
Don’t press
And anyway, the dread of
What lurks within
your fleet retinas
Keeps our own mouths
pinned
There is nothing
placid or peaceful
In your Desiderata
I loved this poem--VERY STRONG!!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. I think I say that every time I read one of your poems. Truly, inspiring. I am so honored to share a blog with you :)
ReplyDeleteYou make me feel so good :)
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