01-26-2014, 01:12 AM
An ice-floe to my lava,
you froze fire at its source,
crushed an upright spirit,
defiled my dreams, and worse.
Clumsily I ricocheted
from pillory to post,
accused of things I hadn’t done,
and oh, that hurt the most.
But in that muddled mayhem,
I resolved to find an Amen,
a 'so be it' for my ragged, jagged plan.
Now a word to the wise,
and damn your eyes,
you'll wish I hadn’t stayed;
for the knife is restless
in the drawer, and my hand
knows the way to the blade.
© Donna Devine
you froze fire at its source,
crushed an upright spirit,
defiled my dreams, and worse.
Clumsily I ricocheted
from pillory to post,
accused of things I hadn’t done,
and oh, that hurt the most.
But in that muddled mayhem,
I resolved to find an Amen,
a 'so be it' for my ragged, jagged plan.
Now a word to the wise,
and damn your eyes,
you'll wish I hadn’t stayed;
for the knife is restless
in the drawer, and my hand
knows the way to the blade.
© Donna Devine
Honour the Earth. Without it, we'd be nowhere.