No petals on charcoal (a poem)

Still on this topic, I see. The last part was inspired by a book review quoted in a tweet.

1
The flame gone out
the smoke dissipated
the container retrieved and taken home

Voices and music
and the sounds of rain and thunder filling the air
silence avoided at all cost

Cells grown in size and number
the void must be filled
the skin must stretch to contain the flow

2
Step lightly
hard ground meets soft soles
points puncture skin

And the Michelin man always seems so happy

3
I am not distracted

This is but another layer
I have to fit into the story
I’m telling myself

4
One does not render loss—
loss does the rendering

It is very good at its job

(4 November 2019)

Wishes sometimes have consequences—order now from your favorite local bookstore!

Information about my other books can be found here.