Is your inner light a tea candle or a blazing inferno? Does it shine or smolder? Warm and inviting, welcoming others to draw closer, Or intense and overpowering, too hot to approach? How does your internal flame burn?
Tag: free verse
Given, not lost
Once upon a long, cold winter’s night Fierce blizzards were falling thick and white Fleecy blankets warmly inviting First love’s tender secrets exciting A gift freely given, no misnomer for a green light This weekend’s Trifextra challenge was to write 33 words around the title "Lost" without using that exact word.
White lightning
Sparks crackle from her lips Arcing across the distance between Igniting a fire in his heart Burning out of control Arcing across the distance between Devouring all in its path A smoldering inferno Igniting a fire in his heart Fingertip flames, searching, reaching, caressing Engulfing him, using him, consuming him, Burning out of control Unquenchable, … Continue reading White lightning
The gloaming
The shroud of night is laid low A death mask image of the day beneath Eulogies prayed over the dearly departed Funeral dirges mournful and despairing Wailers earn their wages Keening sorrowfully for a time well-lived Never to be emulated Never to be bested The gloaming spreads, darkening, deepening Voices now raised in praise A … Continue reading The gloaming
Split pea soup
Thick as thieves and split pea soup Quite a pair we two Morning light and off we go On tiptoe quiet Alone in thought A song or three In harmony Dancing all alone Fingers tapping, arms raised high Peek to see who’s watching A smile, and laugh Sweet memories reborn Not mom, nor wife But … Continue reading Split pea soup
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