If a life has
No responsibilities
Can it have purpose?

If a life has
No responsibilities
Can it have purpose?
Would you want to live
If every day was the same?
For how much longer?
As a beating heart
This life newly emerging
Shines through your soft skin
Open up your eyes
While we are alive. Don’t think
This moment is right
From Staffordshire clay
These simple fired tiles
Keep us dry again
Happy golden days
Arise as memories fade
A phoenix from flames
Balmy summer nights
Roses arose in surprise
They were pretty wild
Beneath my coarse shell
I am smooth and pale and clean
No more shall I rot
An infestation
Is just a feast to attract
Hungry predators
Through my clouded eyes
Warm shadows streak cream canvas
The longest of days