THIS ACHE, THIS LONGING
Drawing by Lee Zimmerman (@zim2918 at Twitter) used with permission. The font is dearJoe4. The poem is mine:
***
This ache, this longing
to hold you, I held you
all afternoon, though
you are miles away.
This morning I rose
and turned off
the window fans.
The house was cool
but filled with the scent
of fire and pine. We are
surrounded by burning
forests. The sound
does not reach us
but the wind brings
ash and smoke.
We are embraced
by its remains, detritus
of its fury. evidence
of life in flames.
***
You are a poet, indeed. Lovely!
Posted by: Electra | 31 July 2017 at 09:02 PM