The things of life
Tag: poetry
Honey & Poetry
Rust
Poetry
In the
tedium of living,
poetry is
a fleeting spark —
a moment of
raw intensity.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIX
The thing
about being
tested
by fire
is that
you walk out
with ashes
at your feet
and flames
at your fingertips
Night and Day
Your love
wakes me up
and
lulls me
to sleep,
and I
can
scarcely wait
for tomorrow.
Firestone Friday: Poem XVIII
You speak
different languages
between
the morning
and
the night,
and I love
the way
my name
sounds
in every
single
one
of them.
(Happy Valentine’s Day.)
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIII
People tell me
they don’t get
poetry.
I want
to tell them
if they’ve ever
fallen asleep
with a
broken heart
or cried
as their child
wrapped their hand
around their fingers
for the first time,
they not only
understand poetry:
they’ve been
living it
for years.
Sirens
The sirens
have left the ocean,
and they’re
walking on land,
singing enchantments,
dragging us
down
to the
bottom
of bottles.
Growth
You either
grow
flowers
or
weeds,
and you only
have so much
water.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 