black velvet 

draws the spectrum

exuding a rising heat

that folds and envelopes me

as i tumble and play 

plucking flowers 


the whistle blows departure

pistons punching down

the rising steam

the cushions bristling wool

harsh against the bare thighs

of doppler summer youth


i toss the blooms 

into her ancient hands

watching them turn to dust

mingling with my tears

for the embers 

that bespattered me

a fantasy of identity

i accepted passively


from the muddy silt

a forest cascade of paradise

and a single hummingbird

flitting between love-flowers

life from droplets of sungold

i reflect back to the night fire

the one desire 

a unity internally

the still pool will quench

all that i collect


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Deliberation by Mario Sanchez Nevado

25 thoughts on “Embers

    1. In this case, I wrote the poem first and then searched for an image to match. I search phrases or concepts from the poem in fine art and photography to see if anything would pair well. More often than not, that is how I write. If the photo is my own, then the poem comes after meditating on the image. There are also times when I am looking at art and something is immediately sparked. It is a great question. Thank you, Jim.

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