Poetry

[force_motrice]

I watch a snowflake softly fall

The storm’s fragile afterthought

And I wonder

Is the atmosphere spooning sugar

Into the bitter drink of the world?

Radiator

Like a sentinel you stand

Moored

Clicking, hissing, clanking

Protesting your man-made fever

Until you burn dry

And lose your fight to this cold night.

Critical Thinking

Comments

[zauza]

"I’m made of your rib

And so I fit against your heart

To shelter or reveal it."

wow!!