#zippo
With a zippo in your pocket
Clenching an empty gas can
You watch as smoke deadens the sky
Over the bridges you were grateful..
To Burn
-JP
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
as dusk spreads throughout,
i fall back to admire
not the zippo in hand
but the blazing fire
and the overhead skies
of the aging countryside
i taste the tenderness
of a sweet refrain,
not bitter nor sweet
i taste the yesterday
of the growing grains
and unsung poetry
my vision doesn't falter
for i see what i see
how the trees lean in closely
to the wind's whispers
and the grasping waters,
loving generously
maybe i'm selfish to only admire
to infect my body whilst
plunging in solitude,
waiting for the hours to die
but i am content,
with what i perceive
to diminish is one thing
but this, this is beauty
(n.j.)
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
Clink!
Zip ...zip..zipp
No matter how many times you try to ignite the fire, the flame will not kindle without a spark to the fuel.
A gas as thin as air, and as invisible as emotions.
A spark to arouse the very atom of the fire
a spark at the right time, at the right spot.
a spark such as the one we felt when our eyes met for the very first time.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC