The pilgrimage begins
again I walk over hypnotized
coals glowing red hot
in the glued crevices
of my heart’s pottery held
together with flimsy hope
and burning craziness,
trying to desperately
cup the softness
of my uncovered hands
around the miserly ember
of your paltry reception
to make me whole.
It is my holy quest
to find the spark
of unseen love that must
exist somewhere in the mosaic
of your granite soul and unyielding
eyes chiseled from stone.
I yearn to enter Paradise hearing
love from your impoverished lips
and barren tenderness.
You shove my hands
away from your presence
like some obscene filth,
and still I journey without cease
across mountains and winter
towards the invasion of you.
The wind’s harsh sibilance
whistles an unabated interruption
through the rhythmic ache
of my own spilled
out hell of emptiness.
Author Bio:
Fleta Vincent’s poetry has been published in Catalyst: A Magazine of Heart and Mind and Black Magnolias. She writes to be a witness to the comedy and tragedy of life in all of its facets. The writer William Wordsworth said “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” When she is not writing her heart breathings, she is dancing, reveling at the miracle that is music, being amazed at the sheer awesomeness of nature, and watching telenovelas. Fleta Vincent is a retired high school Spanish teacher who lives in Georgia.
again I walk over hypnotized
coals glowing red hot
in the glued crevices
of my heart’s pottery held
together with flimsy hope
and burning craziness,
trying to desperately
cup the softness
of my uncovered hands
around the miserly ember
of your paltry reception
to make me whole.
It is my holy quest
to find the spark
of unseen love that must
exist somewhere in the mosaic
of your granite soul and unyielding
eyes chiseled from stone.
I yearn to enter Paradise hearing
love from your impoverished lips
and barren tenderness.
You shove my hands
away from your presence
like some obscene filth,
and still I journey without cease
across mountains and winter
towards the invasion of you.
The wind’s harsh sibilance
whistles an unabated interruption
through the rhythmic ache
of my own spilled
out hell of emptiness.
Author Bio:
Fleta Vincent’s poetry has been published in Catalyst: A Magazine of Heart and Mind and Black Magnolias. She writes to be a witness to the comedy and tragedy of life in all of its facets. The writer William Wordsworth said “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” When she is not writing her heart breathings, she is dancing, reveling at the miracle that is music, being amazed at the sheer awesomeness of nature, and watching telenovelas. Fleta Vincent is a retired high school Spanish teacher who lives in Georgia.
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