Revival

written after a weekend at an 1805 Kentucky Camp Meeting

Like the ember
smouldering
unseen in the ashes,
my heart will someday
flame passionately.
One breath--
is all I need
to change this
seeming-charred soul
into a
furious
fire.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

That's all it takes and sometime it can come from sources we least expect. One moment you're feeling down and the next completely rejuvenated and ready to conquer the world. I love the allusion of rising from your own ashes like a phoenix here.

[Wuji]

Where do our revivals come from, our revelations? What has the power to change us so? Good books, trips, new love? As a writer Emily, maybe the satisfaction of creativity or trying a new creative form?

The piece reminds me of how many transformations we face as a writer, with the ever present necessity to pass through multiple psychological rebirths to find our spark once again....nice write!

[SpitfireGrrrl]

This is beautiful. The fierce hope that is present is amazing. Thank you

[therisa]

Oh Emily, this is so beautify, in the way that it can be read on so many different and positive ways. Upon first reading, my romantic side was sent afluttering, with the verse: "my heart will someday/flame passionately." But I know there is, a deeper and more personal side to this poem, which I am grateful that you have allowed me, into.

[Emily B]

thank you therisa :)

[therisa]

Your welcome, Emily.

[Sirius King]

this paints a beautiful picture,
I'm sure that fire has been furiously burning ever since

this is really good.

100/100

[emmajoy]

Oh Emily, there's so much history here, so much longing, briefly, beautifully put. But, petal, It happens, out of the blue, the grey, the whatever .. and its sudden arrival is more than magical.

[Emily B]

i was in the 18th century religious meeting and grieving my modern loss

[emmajoy]

Forgive me, love, not familiar with how things are at the Meetings, so if my review offends you, i truly apologise. Hurt hurts whenever, wherever.

[Emily B]

time and location were just the catalyst for the grief that swept me

[Angi]

Oh Emily, How that ember banks itself. Still a hot little smoldering thing tucked into a corner. The right breath... A whisper, really...could engulf you. Love the images and thoughts this brings to me. Angi~

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

breathing, the essence/genesis of all magic...
well, at least according to clive barker
my 3D art canvas has a few of birds in it
but they're more quirky than phoenix-y
I like quirky & also intense; why we get along?
probably, right

[Emily B]

i hit a bird this morning on the way to work and i haven't been seeing my hawk, miss him

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I have a pic of a hawk in a nest near the river

[Emily B]

oh :)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I think it's upstairs maybe...or on my camera..i better grab my music and make an egg sandwich..I'll try to send it to you asap

[Emily B]

trying to decide what's for supper

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

maybe it's wrong to have an egg sandwich while you miss your hawk?

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

maybe peanut butter..it's easier to make anyway

[Emily B]

i'm kinda thinkin about tuna salad

[L.Edward]

Very eloquent. It has all the passion and clarity of a truth that has been lived.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Your ability to work at length and not run out of steam and yet capture emotion in a few words shows your true ability. This is such a lovely powerful piece conveyed in a simple metaphor. Such feeling!!

[Sami Khalil]

Very romantic . Well penned.