One could go on and on forever talking about anything, but I'll just touch on it here.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poetic Meditation

Inside, a Star Burns

Inside, a star burns.
Indigestion sears my throat,
makes memories twinkle
as hot sparklers poking
their fire through my ears, nose.
My eyes aflame,
it grows, expands, begins.

Or does it end,
light years ago, inside me?
A roasting seed,
planted when I first took breath,
never to be born under the sun.

I am its black hole.

Creative Commons: Judy Schmidt

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