Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Paying in buttons

Round in circumference it lay
‘What’ I say
It stayed
A button
No money
They won’t notice

No title(yet)

Pieces of ash
Float with fey dance
Crackled wood
Sparkles with embers
The veins of life burn red, scorching
Then split to overflow with heat
Land on me scalding
I move away
Piece of wood slowly obliterates
More fuel for the fire
The phoenix rejoices with an entrancing
scarlet dance.

Explanation for nothing

Perhaps this is poetry
Though it naught but feels real
Trying to confuse
Everyone with words
I can’t fathom but like
So much
I thought I’d share
The more you give the more you get
So let me see
If there's any poetry left in me