A heart left cold
Will break

I do not belong
to a person nor a place
nor to anything

6:16 PM
7/11/20

Fire pit
Burn bright
Light up guy fawkes night
Warm, and bright
Crackling with sparkling,
cinder light
Keeping aura's
buring bright, on this,
gunpowder plot night
1605
Conspirators alive
Crackling Crackling,
still here to strive,
cinders warm and,
alive.

© 2020  Carol Natasha Diviney

the day I waited
on the curb

it was your turn
to have me

I had no watch
I could not tell time

to stop moving
so it passed

and when the
street lights came on

she decided it was
time to get me

she held my hand
and squeezed

trying to mend
my broken heart

been a-while

spring abridged;winter night

each layer of snow colder n' heavier

earth lay frozen and I frostbitten

icicles of gloom

lining my chest,eerie chill creeping

heart benumbed;slowly melting

basking in apricity,duly warmed up

awaiting spring

anew