It’s in
a moment
of laughter
that the
ice melts,
the world lightens,
and the
heart breathes,
if only
for a second.
Category: poetry
Ashes
It was
when I was
dust
that
I was
given the
embrace of life,
so I cry
into the wind,
“I can
scarcely
wait
to be
dust again.”
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV
Your fingers
are flowing heat,
and I smile
as I wince,
when
the flames
rise
to lick
the back
of my neck
Cause
It is
chronically
exhausting
to care
for causes
and to
carry the burdens
of other hearts,
but it isn’t
nearly
as dangerous
as not.
Poetry
In the
tedium of living,
poetry is
a fleeting spark —
a moment of
raw intensity.
Rescue
You captained
the most successful
rescue mission
this world
has ever seen,
leaving
no part
of me
unsaved.
Firestone Friday: Poem XIX
But how
many times
will we
create people
in a moment
of love
to live
in a world
of hate?
