Here’s a poem I wrote in 2016. Some poems age into themselves and their meanings change to readers over time based on current events. I won’t attempt to provide explanation or analysis. I do hope it resonates with you though.
A Moment Aflame
at tables cleaned and polished by our own hands we sit
attempting personal renaissance:
a moment in time caught fire.
we sit, write, talk, eat, drink, breathe in-
for a life out-
side of this very existence
controlled by desire to satiate the disease of purpose
symptoms driven deep into young minds by
unfulfilled dreams pushed onto another generation
as lost grown children wander with empty eyes and imploding hearts.
they told us we were equal,
we are searching for explanations –
why this world has treated our existences like matches:
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