Charred Elements

Air, water, fire and earth

these are the spirits of my life

by them I am blown leaves,

a pitcher that leaks,

fury melts me into fused rock

my words scattered ashes

 

My breath an accidental vapor,

my sleep a wisp of smoke, I am in turn

a desert, a comet, a sun storm, a bush fire,

a lump of coal, an earthquake, a fossil

 

With twenty six symbols I wield charcoal

to describe, to understand, to control,

but I am weak, the wind drowns my voice

my thoughts obliterated, consumed,

my prayer a mourner’s lament

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© Johnmichael Simon

2009

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