Grace Eunsong Lee Poet Pantoum

Aflame

Tonight, the horizon burns like metal 
Molted and shot from a mouth of fire 
The trees stand scorched, coal-chalked pictures 
In the sky hangs a fleeting smile 
Molted and shot, from a mouth of fire 
Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped 
In the sky hangs a fleeting smile 
The work of an artist, holding beauty in crude hands 
Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped – 
The trees stand, scorched coal-chalked pictures 
The work of an artist holding beauty, in crude hands 
tonight. The horizon burns like metal.

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Bic Gi-Sa November 20, 2017 at 1:05 PM truly...the work of an artist.

Skat A January 3, 2016 at 6:56 PM Fantastic imagery

Andrea Dietrich July 17, 2010 at 11:17 PM You are so good, Grace!! Thanks for your comment to me today. I love this poem of yours. LUv, Andrea

Poet Destroyer A July 11, 2010 at 8:50 AM a passionate write,, this was a cool write,, nice one...P.D.

Anthony Nutter July 11, 2010 at 7:45 AM Touches the readers senses with such vivd imagery, nice write.