Crimson pulse beneath the skin,
Whispers in moonlight, secrets within.
Brushfire crackles, fingers yearn,
Hungry canvas, shadows burn.
Ink bleeds, a siren's song,
Cracked clay whispers, where longing prolongs.
Chiseled stone, a lover's sigh,
In every curve, a tearful cry.
Moonlight sculpts, a lover's touch,
Clay whispers secrets, yearns for so much.
Every note, a heart laid bare,
Symphony on canvas, a silent prayer.
No words, just echoes in the night,
Burning brushstrokes, bathed in light.
Hidden yearning, a whispered plea,
In every form, an aching symphony.
Categories:
brushfire, appreciation, desire, endurance, imagery,
Form: Imagism
People reveal the contents of their heart.
drip by painful drip.
It takes courage to tell the world what ails them.
What hurt them-stomped them down.
How they are in the process of healing.
Climbing back up that brutal mountain, called self-doubt.
Frayed hope-sliding back down -getting back on route.
A million questions slung in the face.
What is God anyway, who are the demons?
What are all these strange forces in between.
Major decisions to be made, crossroads if you will.
Which cells to nurture-which ones to kill.
Life is their brushfire; they must sprint straight into it.
Dodge around it and they'll slip over the edge.
So, while they drip vulnerable things from their heart, into the cold world.
Some keyboard troll kneads the hurt, into their plaything.
A flaccid attempt at humor?
or to make themselves feel supreme?
All at the sufferer's expense.
These trolls are nothing but pigs.
Rooting for another truffle
of their endless cowardice.
Categories:
brushfire, bullying,
Form: Free verse
your words a brushfire
desire sweeping over me
my passion ignites
Categories:
brushfire, love
Form: Haiku
Do you pray to God
Only when in need
Promising a change
If he will only heed
Do you see your soul
In the mirror when you look
What does it reveal
Anything you’ve overlooked?
Do you see the clock
As it ticks your time away
Seconds, minutes, hours
How heavy does it weigh?
Do you see the years
Like a brushfire that has burned
Laying in smoke and ash
From a heart that doesn’t yearn
Do you see your life
As it passes before your eyes
Speeding quickly forward
Where the consequences lie
Categories:
brushfire, introspection
Form: Verse