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The Year Of - Derivative Poetry

Embers, fires and slumbers
stoked, fanned and broken

 dreams, promises, kisses
borrowed, begged or stolen

 palms sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy
ribs bruised and eyes swollen

 from earth, dust and ashes
rising
unbowed, unbent, unbroken.

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