Short Due North Poems

Snapping cracking  Box implodes on self, turning rapidly into an inferno
Smoke travels into eyes. I change chairs. Down wind was southwest
Now smoke is traveling due north Loud pop. Bright orange flames Flare up from twigs which are blackening and graying in a snake-skin type pattern.  The fire is alive. I watch fascinated.


baby flames bright orange 
springing up around gray ash 
crackling and popping...

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I am woman, hear me cry
With bloodcurdling screams as I slowly die
Pulled down into sadness, I travel due south
With no hopeful words to spew from my mouth
Buried deep within my shell
I torture myself within my own hell
Of self-loathing deeds, I wilt before I bloom
Fading away in my own world of gloom
I take a little pill and travel due north
To wash away the tears and push myself forth
I am Bipolar, see my moods shift
From melancholy to euphoric, I am whip-lashed in the rift...

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