Fire burns crimson hot
against night’s black sky.
Thousands of eyes stare
through nature’s scrim.
Souls stir
below ancient burial mounds,
spew bits of stick ash
into sacred space,
angry at our trespass.
Fire burns crimson hot
against night’s black sky.
Thousands of eyes stare
through nature’s scrim.
Souls stir
below ancient burial mounds,
spew bits of stick ash
into sacred space,
angry at our trespass.
lillian the home poet 
Your writing is really superb, Lillian. And I must say you bring in the most gorgeous words, ones not often used – reminders of how grand writing can be.
I wanted to let you personally know that I’ll be taking a bit of time off to focus on my art and other writing projects. I’m hoping to take advantage of the summer….we’ll see what I actually accomplish. Post going out later.
Keep writing, I’ll return sooner than you think.
Enjoy that morning coffee and I truly wish you all the best with the plumbing 🙂
am:)
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Thanks so much for the wonderful compliment. You seem to say very kind things right during my
Moments of doubt :).
Oh dear — two of my favorites disappearing for a while. Will miss you. Hope you have a grand summer and enjoy your time to rejuvenate! 🙂 I suspect your studio will be busy and that you ‘ll seek the out-of-doors also as your muse! Enjoy!
The coffee pot will be on summer till you return!
PS: plumbing should be finished next week – in the mean time we’re getting to know the restrooms in Boston’s Museums and coffee shops 🙂
Water is on from 5 PM till
8:30 AM.
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