Friday, June 26, 2009


reincarnate the Phoenix

flames lick themselves

reduced to ash as tears and blood mingle

this mud metamorphs into a miracle

recreates the process

rebirths, resurrects to glory

to rise again

opportunity recycled

and shaking off the residual dust of the old

with widespread wings we are born again

spreading to the tips of plumage

a chance is carried on the winds to the new

1 comment:

Jill said...

Your words are beautiful and they touch me. I have read almost all of your poems on this blog and also found you on You are maybe the best poet I have ever read! Where do you live? Are you single? Please write back.