let's come out a tiltle for this poem,thanks reader.

With the exasperating-

heart of thine that dwell-

in my flesh,ruefully,i splash-

the gasoline from the can over the isle-

where I met the phantom-

who resembled to the figure-

of love. 

 

In the silence of woe,

halfheartedly, i toss the

smoldering cigar to the ground.

Burning,burning,burning with wrath,

the vale now transforms to the land-

of groans.

 

Out of the blue,dark clouds-

are gathering in the heavens.

Thunder is roaring,lightning is-

splashing everlastingly with gracious-

gold that lights up the sights in the-

darkness of the inferno.

 

Dew-drops are falling,drop after drop,

the liquid polishes the valley of fire-

to the new mazement of bliss where-

i crave standing on with revitalisation.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A good wish for fire to erase memory. Hard to forget. Mind collects and keep forever.
"Dew-drops are falling,drop after drop,
the liquid polishes the valley of fire-
to the new mazement of bliss where-
i crave standing on with revitalisation."
Revitaisation take great effort and new dreams. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dayran]

A forest fire in nature, ignited by lightning does something similar. It destroys the fauna with no apparent reason and then waits for it to bloom again. One can't explain to the forest the justice of such an act, only to say that when it rains there might be lightning. But in the new blossoming is an opportunity to do all those things again that we did before but was lost in the fire. A nice write!

[Thea]

Great poem! I like the usage of words...

[Akshat♥]

I really liked the 3rd paragraph..
the sense of this poem is different ..
Title can be "some light in darkness" :)
Keep writing!!