divorce

As I sink my tired body into the near-scalding water, everything feels different this week.  Despite my modifications from the week before that should improve the experience, my heart is heavy. 

As I finally finish, I lay down the colored pencil
Not sure exactly why I made that choice, but it seemed apropos
The rusty shade matching my skills in expressing emotions
or maybe a flash back to high school,
where this was always the color used to correct mistakes
Or maybe the scribbles portend a purpose

I put on my heavy coat,
stuff the letter into my pocket
and head out into the snow
knowing that I will finally escape this sorrow
and put the past beneath me

by the time I reach your place,

By myself, I am cold
immobile, silent,
made of stone.
A dull gray,
unpleasantly empty.

But when you are in my hearth,
I feel so warm inside.
You are so vivacious, enriching,
emitting a cacophony of crackles and pleasant pops;
your combustion casting color onto my facade.

These poems are being written as I finally move on from my divorce.  Many contain references to my other poems as well as others poems or comments to me.

These poems were written to or inspired by my ex-wife.  Most are from the months following our divorce.  i think all are free verse, and have nature themes with how I felt hidden underneath.  Some have (too much) science inserted.