Open Poetry #3 |
The Flame |
jbouder Member Elite
since 1999-09-18
Posts 2534Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash |
Like an empty hearth, my soul, cold and desolate when you found me, poor and needy, eyes blinded to my own heart's poverty. Your love ignited the kindling: from a spark, a flame; from a flame, a roaring fire. My words are like the ashes, rising from that blaze, cast to the heavens, bearing witness to the fire that rages below like circling Seraphs, burning bright for a moment, to disappear from sight, carried off by the four winds. Yes, my words are like the ashes rising from that blaze. No longer needy, no longer poor, no longer dark, no longer desolate, only hungry. The same flames that give light and warmth also consume me. I long for more of your love, fearing the day when these bright flames become dark smoke. Against that day my spirit desperately strives. Who would turn from the fire and return to the empty hearth? I will not. I cannot. Though your flame be distant as the stars above, by it I am warmed. Though the clouds obscure its light, by it I see. May my love also be your warmth, your light. ------------------ Jim |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is very well done. I enjoyed the read! ------------------ Denise |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this much! Good reading here! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely done Jim Like the symbolism in this piece |
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