I wanted to write

A moment ago,
I wanted to write

essays of the sea;
great stories of a golden quest;

the truth;
the best;

waves upon the kitchen floor;
treasures in your beating chest;

tales of way and wow and woe;
tales of passion
tales of ‘go’

all of it,
none of it,
strong or light:

a moment ago,
I wanted to write.

Written by: Flameheart

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Poetry

Poetry,
like inspiration from a seed,
scent
away to a heavenly place.

Heavenly words.

You smell of
fresh-cut roses.
I put you in a vase.

You envelope;
gasp
into the glass haven;
grow
as poetic branches
shudder
and
shatter
the shards.

Your vines
embellish
the kitchen counter;
awaken
the sombre stove:

a light.

Written by: Flameheart

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