Embers and Snowflakes
In our crimson embers lie the snowflakes
In our snowflakes rise our whispers
In the downward valley
You asked
Where are gone the embers
My bird asks your roses
The maniac cucumber
That would change your proses
to hankering lyrics
In sync with the drumsticks
and melt the burglar ice
seated in the starving slice
of my days and nights
into my tissues and veins
calling the fire that ignites
the fragile glass of window panes
pouring the dances of rose-fragrance grains
in the lanes and bylanes
of the churning existence on supreme fire
Dancing with the strings of lyres
Squeezing the pomegranate
desire
The snowflakes have robbed us of the curls of earthquake
No tales of ripples in the frozen lake
Purple pulsations have left my neck
Gone are the hours of scarlet cheesecake
We must wait until the white flowers into colors
Our arrival in the scent of sun and showers
Can never end in the frozen bower
Embers proceed with death in snowflakes
New sparks are born to infuse a break
Gather new embers
The golden spurs
of life in spicy strife
The poetry goes on
From Babylon to Houston
From embers to snowflakes
From heartbreaks to handshakes
The sunshine and the tree
The lemon and honey
The blending spree
The blossoming cherry
January 3, 2018
For Embers and Snowflakes-Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
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