Fire

A night of flames
Fire and smoke
Ash and coal
simmering low
Raging pyers
rising higher
Round and round
And so deep down
Cover my eyes
As the music comes
Fill my soul
Dance, dance
Sweet lord round
And round
The flames lick
Higher and higher

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the news

We paced, waiting

Tension high, fear higher

The accident had burned her

Mom was hurt

So many miles away

We waited

Would she lose it?

Her arm?

Would we lose her?

When would we know?

How many times

Would we listen

Just to make sure it worked

That we didn’t miss this call

Stare at it all day,

But it would ring, when it did.

And when it did, we got the news

That my little brother

Had passed away

 

Written for:

WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPTS: 276

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-276

upside down

She’d been walking upright

For quite some time.

Gravity worked for her

Kept her grounded, so to speak

No floating away for her

Head on straight, she faced each day

Wearing her completeness

Like a badge of honor

No silly tumbling, bumbling

No head over heels and

upside down would never do

One day she floated

Just around cloud nine

Wondering how while

Held upright

She had managed to fall

but love had its own

Universe of rules

And upside down

Was simply ok

After all

 

Written for:

WEDNESDAY POETRY PROMPTS: 275

Writer’s digest

Hollow with turning

Did you feel better
when you made me feel bad?
How much smarter,
when you point out my shortcomings?
Does your fist pump in victory,
when you see my single tear?
Why did hurting me
Become a habit for you?

I returned insults with understanding,
Mania with patience,
Made excuses for your pain

My cheeks are hollow with turning.
The blood on my hands, my own

The dream comes first

The powers been out for hours
But we didn’t know till now
The still heat becomes oppressive
She opens the window for breeze
Like the wind dancing on a lake
It dances across our naked skin
Chasing shivers across like waves
The sound of rain relaxes
But the thunder stirs a primal shift
As sleep waits impatiently for entrance
The dream comes first and
Takes them both away….

Snow

I remember the snow
In the middle of summer
The cold that came with
2:00 a.m.
Walking the old bridge
Warm jacket
The clean smell
The haze in the streetlight
The night was mine
The city mine
As i walk through the night
Through the snow
Alone