Poem #1 of 30 here we go!

my heart


burns inside a stone cold hearth

is a campfire in the far gone dark

is a four alarm brownstone razed

is a solar flare to end all days

is a reflection in your wet eyes,

of a firework bomb-bursting between us


is charcoal palmed and fisted

is unseen bright

is smolder deadly


my heart


is scald

is sear

is ice cold



grab at it thoughtless

in panic, in darkness


be grateful for the blistered palm

the burn, fist, sizzle

the lesson learned


grateful it reminds you

of alive. of immediate.


of firework imprint

of prayer. 


#NationalPoetryMonth #30/30