Looked in all the usual places; briefcase, wallet,
trouser pockets.  Dreading, hoping to unlock it;

wanting just to understand why our portraits scowled
at one another, face to face in the little locket.

Eventually found it in the tiny scorched corners
of the upturned curve of the blazing sun

that rose every time she walked in the room
and slowly but surely my world came undone.




Filed under Couplets, Poetry

5 responses to “Blaze

  1. Very impressive, I like the condensed portion to fit the vast amount of loss. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Fantastic poem! Very gripping! Look forward to reading more.

  3. Agree with Luke put the share button so we can retweet it! Excellent Carys…what a shocker…;)

  4. never seen such a good article. garnki czajniki

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