Heart Flame

Helping others through personal, sometimes painful experience

Those who are burning set the world on fire

I felt the heat in my heart

Wanting to burn everything I touched

My nimble rage, threatening to consume me

Was I to be left to blacken

A husk of my former glory?

I ran

And I ran

And there was nothing truer in my heart at that moment

That if I didn’t run I would solder myself to that spot for the rest of time

A slow ember

The last of my light fading in disgrace

No

I will seek the dying fires

Touch the slow embers fading

Uniting our flames

Covering the world

And lighting all in our paths

With the wind at our heels

And the fire growing

I will blaze the way for others

Trapped in the darkness

And fan their flames

And our light will never die

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i understand the intention here...and the idea of helping others by fanning their flames of caring...
and at the same time doing this fans our own flame and gives us purpose...
so unselfish is this speaker....and if others would share this philosophy of helping others..the world might just heal.
lovely metaphor here.
j.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is one of these wow poems! It's written with so many outstanding lines! If only we all would care, enough to help each other the world would be a better place!

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Heart Flame'
D Connolly,
To learn from our experience and to somehow be able to see the trials or the difficulties someone else is going through. We all struggle in different ways at different times. This poem speaks of the flame of inner being. This is where we live after all and where our thoughts and ideas emerge. I enjoyed the idea you present of moving forward from the past and even troubles with self and/or others to the future remembering no on is perfect and we have to try to get along. Sometimes relationships are healed too. Great writing.
Kathy

[barleygirl]

Haven't seen you at the cafe in forever, but I still remember how much I've always enjoyed reading your poetry. Even tho this was written long before our current pandemonium, it brings to mind how it can be online these days, with everyone flaming a fire of resentment, throwing out inflammatory rants, it's a wonder things aren't more broken down than they are. Sometimes I wish people would not lash out with such ferocity all the time, but like your poem says, sometimes the ranting is needed to show a way & sometimes I think our situation needs for people to become more informed & participatory about our democracy (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie