Poetry Heath Brougher I am the lizard at the peak of my prowess in the morning made of burnt skies. I strode across the long tendrils to the far end of the field and basked in the polish-shine of day. My tongue had seizures. The milkiness of your hatching flies surrounded and I gorged. Walking crooked, jumping backward, I fooled the neophyte born. The night sky was my house, black all the way. Sparkles would come. I, their beckoner. I lived green, blending in, and flourished, super-abound in the slight, invisible among the gruff verdant fields now drenched in day. The noon sun drifted along with me. I rode its tail, feeling its fiery legs burning onward. It will carry me again to the night where I will continue to thrive in this vivid world of repeating light and dark. The night sky my house, black all the way. ![]() Heath Brougher is the poetry editor of Five 2 One Magazine. He has published one chapbook, A Curmudgeon Is Born(Yellow Chair Press, 2016). His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Diverse Voices Quarterly, Chiron Review, SLAB, Main Street Rag, Crack the Spine, Lakeview, MiPOesias, Blue Mountain Review, Gold Dust, eFiction India, and elsewhere. When not writing he helps with the charity Paws Soup Kitchen which gives out free dog/cat food to low income households with pets.
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10/13/2016 09:33:51 am
Isn't it nice to be able to be free like that lizard? Just roaming under the big roof of the sky, never having any particular destination? Sometimes I wonder why people bother to work that hard when they can live a simple life. Humans tend to forget the important things in this world. We are blinded by what we think we "need" only to realize that we only "want" those things. It's nice to be able to read this kind of poetry. It makes me calm and think simple things.
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12/14/2016 05:05:09 am
So good post
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