Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The poetry

The poems,
From where, do they, come forth

To come forth, this,
they do, now.

Like a spring ...
of lava, flowing forth.

Like fire, and ice.
They cover, cool, and heal.

The thoughts.
So long, lay buried.

They buried her,  buried him.
Then buried it.

The thoughts...

How long, they struggle,
To come forth.