Saturday, August 15, 2009


the hot coal of a dream

burned all the way through me

searing my memory

with indelible images

waiting to be deciphered


Kel said...

a hot coal searing symbols into the mind

i love the imagery of your words here Stacy

those diamond-crusted goblets look pretty special too


Vicky Lynn said...

I love this poem, Stacy, especially the last line: "waiting to be deciphered"

Isn't that something we all are waiting for? Someone or something to decipher all those confusions and questions inside!

Lovely, Vicky :o)

Gabi Greve said...

so many bowls
with the honey of life -
bountiful autumn

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