Chapter One


My eyes

Washed new

Absolved of sorrow’s grit


Edged keen as burnished blade

Aglow in heat of ardor’s forge


My lips

Soothed deep

Sponged with mellowed balm


Blushed red as careless rouge

Drunk in dance of rancor’s passing


My arms

Open wide

Released of sorrow’s shackle


Toned firm by exile’s toiling

Trembling for want of embrace


My heart

In sync

Kindled in love’s promise


Sprung free of muted doldrums

Joyous in Solomon’s song




Daily Prompt: Grit


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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