poetic injustice

I write what I would

Like to read and sometimes

I Even try to rhyme and not put too many words in one line
But then again 

Poetry can

Be surprising.

Beautiful.

Lyrical, lurid, unbelievably empty and always

Unpredictable.

When I read it, I say – my God I’d love to write

Like that!

But I follow my patterns

I write what I would 

Like to read and maybe even sometimes,

Someone,

Somewhere,

Thinks it’s pretty good.

Ashy Heart

Scarlet swirling sent

Skywards

Crackling coals cool

The heat remains in 

The buried ash

A glowing cave surrounded.
It glimmers, glows and doesn’t 

Go out

It feeds its flames with memories of fire

The nourishing thoughts.
Embers reddening to black

It is consumed by consumption and feeds a carbonated, carbonised  world

The blackened edges of our society 

Brittle around its ashy heart

Daily Photo Challenge Day 1 – ‘Home’

  
“Orange Trees In the Rain”

This morning I was thinking a lot about the theme of ‘Home’ and then I saw the miserable rainy weather outside, so much like the spring weather in my native Ireland that I took a walk. Along the way I stumbled upon this avenue of orange trees so typical of my new home, and it struck me as a beautiful juxtaposition.