to smolder and smear:
everything serviceable
as kindling— paper, wood
shavings; promises, lies,
joss sticks, posturing.
The hard become soft,
treasure of coal with its heart
of burning coral. Blown breath
in the cupped half-cove
of darkness, fire in the belly
that must never go out—
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Solstice
- Above the roar of the creek, a flock of goldfinches whistling:
- Hunger
- Still Life
- (poem temporarily hidden by author)
- Year’s End
- [hidden by author]
- Why Not
- Oracle
- Alba
- By Ear
- From blaze
- Panis Angelicus
- Maze
- Parsing
- Cold Country
- Perpetuum mobile
- Aubade, with no lover departing at dawn
- Preguntas
- from Ghost Blueprints
- Signal No. 3
- Flower