My poem of the day is from my son, who goes by the pen name, hic jacet. He is a freshman computer science major in college—a complete geek, science fiction nerd, but he has a talent for writing poetry. I am in awe of him. I love that we share a love for the genre.
warmth
by hic jacet
i feel the fire of the hearth
rolling deep ribbons around me
wrapping me tight in its arms
and lingering even after long gone
warm, tender arms of soul
reaching out and grasping my hand
holding me and draining my fears
until nothing remains but bravery
i see warmth through the cracks
long gashes and shattered panes
in the tattered mirror i look through to fire
reflecting many flames back, but i see only one
though its glass may splinter and crash
and cut my flesh in long painful tears
i feel no pain, and walk across the shatters
for warmth guides me away from suffering
i see a beautiful soul of radiant light
reflecting aura-hues of bright gold and red
dancing across my heart’s horizon
burning my chains to ember-ash
for that soul i walk across shards
and i would gladly walk forevermore
until my feet are naught but stumps
only to feel that warmth even a second more
light filling the holes in my soul
piecing together a broken man
with shards of another’s glass
redandrestless 