Pour out your emotions,
throw down the match.
The page will burn.
Charred words spread
as cinders in the wind,
settling amidst the
deceit and detritus
obscuring our lives.
Beauty when they land,
a benevolence from
where they originate, 
each word whole, and
true, and self-sustaining.
                                                                                  j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month.
I will live and breathe poetry
each day this month. My daily
breath will include bits and
pieces, a few lines, full prose,
stanzas, or just a couple of words.
Some will stay only for a day,
others will remain (click on a
‘a daily breath’ for archives).
Check back as often as you like,
I will be here, as will my words . . .

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