some of us
will leave our lanes
to cover
this fire to crush
this haughty
flame yet once
again: a furnace
that still burns
us with its
pretty look
daddy fur
and severed
paws pouring forth
beauty like heaped-
up coals on our
ugly heads
and haunting
our slinking off
to our
abednego beds
17 July 2013
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The Proverbs reference seems to me the pivot here: Beauty on fire.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is lovely and just.
Dear W.B.
ReplyDeleteThanks, again, for your kind comments. Hope all are well on your end of the pond - we are just now getting some relief from a major heat wave.
Highest regards,
B.R.
Ah, we're still in the thick of one. Thankfully, there's rain forecast for next week.
ReplyDeleteWe're all well. Every good wish to you and yours.