Rebirth

Chapter One

 

My eyes

Washed new

Absolved of sorrow’s grit

Ablaze

Edged keen as burnished blade

Aglow in heat of ardor’s forge

 

My lips

Soothed deep

Sponged with mellowed balm

Allayed

Blushed red as careless rouge

Drunk in dance of rancor’s passing

 

My arms

Open wide

Released of sorrow’s shackle

Restored

Toned firm by exile’s toiling

Trembling for want of embrace

 

My heart

In sync

Kindled in love’s promise

Vivid

Sprung free of muted doldrums

Joyous in Solomon’s song

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Grit

 

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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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