A FIRE
I remember when it started
With a fire,
Which birthed unbridled peals
Of laughter,
When you were a new flame fanning me
With desire,
At first, we yearned
For each other,
Drowning in a delirious dance
Of passion.
And then we burned
Each other
In a searing, scorching
Combustion.
You were a dragon, spitting words
Like fiery flames,
You were proud, unyielding, bartering
Blame games,
Until our love laid out
In ruins,
A waste land of towering
Sand dunes.
Now smoke and ashes
Is our plight
And no phoenix
Takes flight.
JOS
Against clear skies, the most striking blue,
Golden beams streak the peak of her plateau.
Like a line of ants in search of sugar,
Her ever flowing streams shimmer.
Snaking through the surrounding veldt,
Her green is speckled with purple gladioli bells,
And wild sunflowers swaying to the rhythm of cold winds.
Like balanced ballerinas, grey rocks stand on emerald hills,
Wreaths of clouds swirl around her weeping mountains.
Struck I am at the beauty of this masterpiece,
Of polychromatic brush strokes and intricate carvings.
The most magnificent canvas I have ever seen
Surely, a great artist must have painted this scene.
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