Resemblance

Resemblance by Michael R. Burch Take this geode with its rough exterior— crude-skinned, brilliant-hearted ... a diode of amethyst—wild, electric; its sequined cavity—parted, revealing. Find in its fire all brittle passion, each jagged shard relentlessly aching. Each spire inward—a fission startled; in its shattered entrails—fractured light, the heart ice breaking. Originally published by Poet Lore Geode Love—less than eternal, not quite true— is still the best emotion man can muster. Through folds of peeling rind—rough, scarred, crude-skinned— she shines, all limpid brightness, coolly pale. Crude-skinned though she may seem, still, brilliant-hearted, in her uneven fissures, glistening, glows that pale rose: like a flame, yet strangely brittle; dew-lustrous pearl streaks gaping mossback shell. And yet, despite the raggedness of her luster, as she hints and shimmers, touching those who see, she is not without her uses or her meanings; in all her avid gleamings, Love bestows the rare spark of her beauty to her bearer, till nothing flung to earth seems half so fair. There’s a Stirring and Awakening in the World by Michael R. Burch There’s a stirring and awakening in the world, and even so my spirit stirs within, imagining some Power beckoning— the Force which through the stamen gently whirrs, unlocking tumblers deftly, even mine. The grape grows wild-entangled on the vine, and here, close by, the honeysuckle shines. And of such life, at last there comes there comes the Wine. And so it is with spirits’ fruitful yield— the growth comes first, Green Vagrance, then the Bloom. The world somehow must give the spirit room to blossom, till its light shines—wild, revealed. And then at last the earth receives its store of blessings, as glad hearts cry—More! More! More! Originally published by Borderless Journal Confession by Michael R. Burch What shall I say to you, to confess, words? Words that can never express anything close to what I feel? For words that seem tangible, real, when I think them become vaguely surreal when I put ink to them. And words that I thought that I knew, like "love" and "devotion" never ring true. While "passion" sounds strangely like the latest fashion or a perfume. Keywords/Tags: geode, resemblance, symbolism, simile, metaphor, spirit, spiritualism