Friday, November 2, 2012

November Poem-A-Day Challenge

Day 1

prompt: "matches"

From my Writer's Window

All day, the word strikes small flames
but no fire takes hold, to inspire or
to smoke out Virginia's angel of creativity. 
I follow the flight paths of fledgling golden
honeyeaters, and joy flickers, consumes.
Who needs matches when the loquat tree
offers a feast, and bottle brushes inflame?
Even the pink native blossoms offer
a view so inflammatory the back yard
translates into burning questions about life.

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