Candle flames at Eastertide

Spiral into a downward trail,

Straggle the ledge,

Clinging to the rocks of a cliff,

Until their dance is done.

“Every sunset is a crucifixion,”

Said the Priest in his robe,

“But then again,

Every sunrise is a resurrection,

If the truth be told,”

So listen…

Photo by Samantha Carney Photos


Rise up, ghost dancer,

Your thin streak of impossible want,

Content to repent against the grey

Morning sky,

The curvature of your spine,

Your fingers pointing at the silhouette

Of a dragon called time,

Her orbital flight, rotates the globe so fast,

That only the buff ashen mask of…



Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM