burn these pages

Poetryburn these pagesa finger pointing
Written By Zachary Phillips
 

brevity may be the soul of wit
but destruction is the soul of poetry

observe

in your hands you hold nature’s majesty
reduced
to mere sheets of dead wood
marked
by the transient thoughts of one blind to the moment

hoping to inspire a fraction of the awe that its life once gave

burn these pages
and feel the flames as they touch your soul
deeper
than any collection of words ever could

This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry

 
Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a psychotherapist, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps people identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve, allowing them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose.

His work blends psychology and counseling theory with meditation, spirituality, and lived experience to support radical self-acceptance, healing, and meaningful change.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com
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