We’re warned
about the dangers
of the world —
the heat of fire,
the power of water,
the shifting weight of the wind —
but the world
has never,
never,
wounded me
like the dangers
in my heart.
Tag: world
Firestone Friday: Poem XXIII
None of us
thinks “I am evil,”
yet
the world
is full
of the stuff.
Firestone Friday: Poem XXII
I see you in every mountain, valley, and assembly of water. I feel you in every breeze, raindrop, and patch of sunlight. I hear you in the voices of others, in the tolling bell, and in the neighbor’s music. I smell you in the chain restaurants, the budding flowers, and the decayed leaves. I taste you in my morning coffee, in my hot tea, and in my straight whiskey. Even at the loss of my senses, I could not escape the world in my mind that is crafted in your matter. There is nothing without or within me that occurs to me before going through you, first.
Firestone Friday: Poem XIX
But how
many times
will we
create people
in a moment
of love
to live
in a world
of hate?
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