JUDGE A FLAME BY IT'S MOTHA Poem by penchantpoetlove poemA frantic flapping of wings,
feelers flexing -
body pressed sensuously
against a cold unyielding pane,
feet cloying repeatedly,
endlessly...
in vain.
Flame -
austerely ascending
to a pinnacle of yellow
now orange light,
cascading down
in shadows of
blueish-grey
vermillion.
I,
on this side
of a vast blue ocean
leaning, passionately meaning
to burn by you again.
Saved - by a dead sea -
this too unyielding pain
of light.
You,
striving ever higher
to an ascending spiritual plataeu,
untouched -
by this same fire
that feeds your eternal flame -
the one I so
desire...
PP Sept. '10
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Added on October 13, 2010 Last Updated on October 13, 2010 AuthorpenchantpoetCAPE TOWN, South AfricaAbouthello! I'm a woman with a life time of experiential living! Married with 4 children, retired english teacher back at University doing post grad work in Psychology - which is my utmost passion! Love.. more..Writing
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