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 ©12/3/2021