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.