A. S. Lawrence

Joined June 2021

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Torch
Little fire gives light and warmth beyond the stave and a symbol too.
By A. S. Lawrence3 days ago in Poets
In You And Dough
Warm apple pie soothes as we embrace below sheets sharing gooey spoon
By A. S. Lawrence3 days ago in Poets
The Climax of Fire
The last flame sows the first flame. Any attempt to end carries a beginning within its conception. The energy of the last flame
By A. S. Lawrence24 days ago in Poets
The Art of the Slide
Moving diagonally downward through the snow, at accelerated speeds, on a piece of plastic, wood, or metal. Why is it fun? In the colder months, when a good snow falls, I take my children to a hill, and we participate in this rite of fun.
By A. S. Lawrence26 days ago in Humans
If
I travel still and find a way as choiceful branches turn My path for now confined within the shell of your gray bark A newborn trail from root to fruit with every lesson learned.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Poets
A Padlocked Square and Tombstone Chair
Without our fire, I'd omit my own name. I cannot accept their tombstone chair. I refuse to be stone or forget our old flame.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a month ago in Poets
Banking Dreams
shards of thieves and bards drifting through the thee and you resting upon my waking head like morning dew as I lay in bed
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
Concentric Circles in Space
My mind travels in concentric loops. It moves in circles around a point, like the planets revolve around the sun, or like water around a toilet bowl. (Dr. Patty Lovarco just screamed at me that planetary orbits are ellipses and not circles.)
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Humans
the frost is slowly fried
leaves slowly burn off branches in the spark of cold fire sounds softened by the glow's cotton wake sunlit glitter scattered among the trees
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
Questions for Luna
Does Sol ever get jealous that you get to see both night and day? Does your Rorschach face ever change its visage or expression?
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Poets
The Missing Brick
I saw through your eyes, in a dream. I saw something throw a new moon at the sun, and push it away from your world. Your planet was saved from consumption by a burgeoning sun, but thrown into a cold darkness.
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Fiction
It happens
I speak it, it happens. Speak good, I tell myself, loving prudence. Speaking false goodness, dishonesty happens.
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Poets