THREE POEMS

By T.A. Jones

                      Photo Credit: Fine Art America 


FLAMES ARE HOME

There’s something magical about how
Black burns in the fire.
Charcoal skin enhances each flame
As it sings gloriously in generational pain
And it’s a shame rain doesn’t
Live anywhere near the fires are kept
But we all know how they were set.
Some even arguing we burn
When we’re at our best.
Black turns a melancholy blue
As the fires turn white hot under the
Dark of the moon and it’s
Reflecting beautifully as we make
What is do and we do what we must
Because it’s all we can do.
Peace in the fire of eternal summers
Hoping winter comes to cool the
Bodies burned after white wonder.
Fires won’t be home forever
When change comes rolling like thunder.






                                                                     





JOURNEY THROUGH THE MIRROR

It’s a long road ahead
Traversing broken shards.
Rose petaled pieces of me
Kiss the ground to trace
Where I have travelled but,
I have found myself back to the
Door of my childhood home.

Peering inside, the shaky
Foundation cracked with each
Step inside as my mind 
Recalled the trauma from doubt
Led to a self love drought. 

Sinking deeper into the sand of
Times I thought I was lost,
Shattered glass starts to reshape
Days of future past to see
Half empty glasses fill
Pockets of hope to sear sunshine
Deep for food for thought. 

My eyes gleam with a new
Sheen on life for a picture
Littered with a list of dreams to
Fulfill on this long path.
Scarlet petals still leave a 
Red shadows behind but
Through the peerless pain,
There’s so much more to gain. 






                                                                   





TO MY FUTURE SUN

Don’t forget where you come from
As you continue to shine on. There will be
Those who try to damper what
You bring to the room but there is
Nothing and I mean
Nothing
That can stop you from being you
Unless it’s you.
Sometimes we’re our own worst
Enemy and we burn too bright to
See what our reflection is try to show who,
What you’re meant to be.
Don’t get lost in your own
Heat to burnout from the inside and be
Stuck outside of your destiny.
A star.
In your own right and sometimes you
Will spit flames to be seen
But don’t let the eyes that blinded by your
Blinding light make you forget where
You come from.
You come from me. You come from us.
So be the best you can be.
A sun from the people of suns.
Being all you can be.





                                    
T.A. Jones is a poet/writer based in Atlanta, Georgia. He has bachelors in English and minor in Creative Writing. He currently works as a pre-school teacher and music journalist. He’s finishing his first poetry compilation, Obsidian Sun.

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