My latest original five-line poem is a poem I’ve been trying to make work in my head for a couple weeks now, and I ended up inverting it from where I was originally going with it.
She Dissolved
when i touched you, i burned;
you were a dissolving snowflake
i tried to grasp in my hands,
flaking my own skin off,
leaving behind a barren skeleton.
Milam's Musings 
Brett, I like your poem. It reminds me of one of my own…
Melting
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Entirely, as spring consumes the snow,
the thought of you consumes me: I am found
in rivulets, dissolved to what I know
of former winters’ passions. Underground,
perhaps one slender icicle remains
of what I was before, in some dark cave—
a stalactite, long calcified, now drains
to sodden pools whose milky liquid laves
the colder rock, thus washing something clean
that never saw the light, that never knew
the crust could break above, that light could stream:
so luminous,
so bright,
so beautiful . . .
I lie revealed, and so I stand transformed,
and all because you smiled on me, and warmed.
Published by Borderless Journal
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