Lives Of The Artists

There was a point
in each life
when an explosion
turned the inside outside
and it was like a burst
in the night sky on a holiday,
and so on

until a look around confirmed:
it was all out there
and what was inside
was burnt to ash, and
then came the question:

what is next?

And so began the refilling
or the attempt at that. There were
experiments and failures
and now and then a replication
of fireworks but
still, it was not the same

and so they gather
more and more fuel, then sit
striking matches
to build a fire that will
burn steady and bright
for the long night ahead.

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About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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