Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, March 6, 2015
Leaving fire in the house
Part of a longer poem under construction:
there's use for cracked fingers
between the iron and the tinder
hooked like padlocks, there's use for fire
melting is s form of surrender
to ash, the ultimate grey
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment