"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, November 1, 2010

Warmth in Another.

I'm looking for
warmth in another.
There is no heat
in these tired eyes
and bloodless fingers.

Just me,
is like shivering
on a sidewalk
sheeted with
packed down ice.

You and I
we're the embers
of an eternally
stoked fire.


  1. I enjoy the way you linked your fractured images together. A sensitive poem.

  2. Well done, great contrast in the two stanzas in terms of mood.

  3. J.B. another great piece. Continue to hone your skills.

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