MICROPOEM: EVANUI

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As the light waned and the air chilled,
she retreated within herself—
a hibernation of the soul
to reflect, recharge, and reimagine.

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MICROPOEM: TREADING WATER

Photo of yellow leaf in water by Przemysław Sakrajda on Unsplash

Photo by Przemysław Sakrajda on Unsplash

The tide is strong,
and my legs are tired.

My head slowly sinks
below
the waterline.

I can hear
my heartbeat,

reminding me

I am
alive.

ONE HUNDRED PROOF NOSTALGIA

Photo cred to brianwallace on Flickr.

Photo cred to brianwallace on Flickr.

Drink a shot of lonely;
Chase it with a bottle of tears.
Smash the glass, light a match–
Set fire to the wasted years.

This seat at the bar is an old friend,
Marked with my name carved in Ash,
Host to many drunken conversations
With ghosts of a sentimental past.

The tab is always open;
They say my money is no good here.
Another round on the house
Of bottomless saturnine beer.

The corner becomes a boxing ring
To brawl with the shadows of my mind.
Knock back some liquid courage,
Puckered with life’s lemon rind.

One hundred proof nostalgia
Burns like fire in my veins,
A poison to kill
The empty apologies, blame, and shame.

The jukebox plays a melancholy melody
Of things once loved lost to chance.
The waltz of the brokenhearted:
Can I have this dance?

Drink a shot of lonely;
Chase it with a bottle of tears.
Smash the glass, light a match–
Set fire to the wasted years.

FLAME KEEPER

Flame keeper/seeker
Fire spreader/eater
She keeps the company of ghosts
In a nest of ash and bones
They tried to tame her/claim her
Pulling her by the plumes
But her will cannot be contained
A goddess crowned with flames
She represents peace and prosperity
A rare symbol of hope in days of antiquity
But those who dared to get close
Danced with the fire of their funeral pyre
For neither flesh nor armor could endure
The embrace of the fire bird
So she lives a life of solitude
Talons and flame her only verisimilitude
Fire spreader/eater
Flame keeper/seeker
Rise from the ashes, your spirit renewed

GASOLINE APOLOGIES

Forest-Fire

She prepares her coffin of hope, lined with naivete.
Love takes no prisoners–only casualties.
A deep drink of wine to chase the pill of stability.

Her heart is black and blue from her own fists.
She is the sharp dagger, poised above the breast.
One courageous plunge… then she can rest.

She wants to watch the world burn,
Pouring gasoline apologies from an urn.
How many times can a phoenix return?

The toss of a match
A long look back…
Fiction melts into fact.

Her place is here among the ash
And skeletons of hearts amassed,
Her own bones completing the cast.

She clings to the ghost of a dream,
Her words eaten by the sound of a scream.
Rise, firebird, and spread your wings.

There will be time for coffins and time for hope.
There will be hearts tangled and strangled in rope
As they try to scale her treacherous slope.

Love takes no prisoners–only casualties.
And yet we seek its fire perpetually,
Death, rebirth… Victims willingly.