A pebble covered
In the dead gray ashes left
Behind in the wake
Of a spectacular blaze
Only found with difficulty.
Yes, the description
Fits the personality,
But also the crimson
Bloom coming into focus
As the morning fogs disperse.
The wind challenging
The sea to charge on faster
Beating back boulders
Who were placed at such mercy
Before Earth gained memory.
The knowledge captured
In the words become magic
Given life, light, love
A testimony traveled
From an ever questing heart.
Guessing character?
One so well a familiar
A simple delight,
Given heart, soul, grown bolder
Recognized, now, poetry.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

This is in answer to the prompt at Poetic Asides today.

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