my residence changed, but under the glass ceiling i still dwell.
i’m no longer invested in hell.
god has been my secret admirer,
yet i have never seen a bush catch fire.
i pick berries off the tree
of my youth’s poetry.
the land is reborn;
the one we’ve torn
in half, turning
on him and burning
his kingdom; our home.
a swan is a poem.
This is really good. I like how you incorporated the story of Moses when God called him from the burning bush. My favorite line though, "God has been my secret admirer." love it!
Beautiful scenery! Of course, I like your verse most!
This is really good. I like how you incorporated the story of Moses when God called him from the burning bush. My favorite line though, "God has been my secret admirer." love it!