The first cut sharp and burning red,
don't edit away its fire
Keep the wound both fresh and raw,
never cauterize your ire
The horizon breaks just once each day,
a new dawn—cold hearts aspire
Rays burning deep, first light to keep
—old ashes to inspire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)
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I enjoyed this poem. Your couplets so carefully written and your meaning expressed in pithy fashion. The first four lines, I found so powerful and meaningful on multiple levels. You made me think about language and expression, the sunset, and cutting an incision. Don't temper the fire, keep it burning as long as possible. So well written.