after the fire we are ashes, airborne, tumbling, gray flake shadows barley an image a winged spirit over the wall to the other side hiding in plane sight pounding out a direction to another place angry, but free accepting the thunder and the sun
sadness the uncontrolled wind the draining of a sink silent thoughts positioned from those close campfires without smoke smoldering reigniting the lips water over the eyes a baptism with ashes as the heart asks for one more beat and the feet for another step
The line thrown onto still waters half a chance to win every place has a name a marking to be found water circles the ankles a baptismal washing into beauty the opening of the eyes we eventually discover the end of the road back where we started the first breath relived … More ASHES AND AIR
Beyond the next minute, prodigal thoughts recreate avenues of traveling words. All second hand messages are burned; ashes of vulnerability swept over the edges. Angry hands anxiously record the moment; nervous legs anticipate. The aroma of the story are spice trees for the reader. Words stand trial. Judgement opens quietly. The energy of success swells. … More A COVERED RELEASE
Flames lick the straw and the suitcases we pack over a lifetime with vulnerable items we adore. We wonder without speaking, what lasts, what remains the day without perishing? Building is more than walls, it’s a foundation buried deep; stones for support, the strength that lasts. Fire burns, water … More BEAUTY FOR ASHES
Roger Singer 