Pieces

The prompt this week was pieces, or peace.


Potluck

 

Smiling,

we serve

our hearts

in pieces,

potluck style,

tasty dishes

for life’s buffet.

 

supernova

 

if it’s true,

that thing about

cracks being how

the light gets in,

well then I’m

a supernova

man, I’m bright

from all that light

I let in when

I broke

 

Soon

 

Soon we’ll be done

you and I and the rest,

resolved at last, long last

to ash on the tongues

of creatures with less

at stake, less to prove

but more sense and senses,

and the rivers and the trees

won’t notice that we’ve gone

because they have always

danced heedlessly along

and they’ll twirl and leap

magnificently still

around the fish and the foxes

that we finally left in peace.

 

What do you think?

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