Beauty's Phoenix Glow
Thus in poetic reprimand
we slap each other – back of hand
while saying bully’s have no sand
proclaim ourselves to be so grand
that every scritch and scratch of ink
taints and colors what we think
a searching trail of blue-black blood
erased by anger’s swirling flood.
Then rises beauty’s Phoenix glow
to warm the fetid, frenzied flow
ease its passage, free the sage
allow the thoughts like wine to age
as wit and wisdom recombined
each scritch and scratch now redefined.
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2021
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