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I tried to write fire,
because love is a flame.
But fire is just fire—
a brief, bright heat
and some coals,
then just ashes.
And it seems no one wants
to be given ashes
as her own special poem.
2.
Emotions litter the grass
like guts of birds
torn apart by a cat.
A few feathers, some
odd bits of fluff
tumbled in the wind
are all that’s left
of our nervous, trembling creature.
It once flew, you know.
Compact, precise, and purposeful. I very much enjoy the way you use words; almost like knitting needles- the complex delicacy of tatting rolling off your fingers. Two wonderful poems. Thank you for sharing.