PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

This is it, I want to say. 
An acid rain falling each evening 
and you, reading a poem 
surrounded by flame – attendants. 

Nothing moves farther than activism. 
Conversation centers around the flares 
on the surface of an orange sun, 
a big hole coming up in the ozone layer. 

You are an ocean, needs penetration 
of inquiry. Running a relay race in 
a big cage to keep the torch 
burning. Clouds in the sky 

objecting to full moon, coming up, 
nonchalantly. Landscape rips – off 
the ideas from the thorn 
in the heart.