Burn me in the flames of hurt Let me slip away to another world Another world of victory Let me rise like a phoenix From my own ashes The only part of me that could Survive the flames The light within all blazing gold Shining feathers and glory No one likes to think Of decay Of slow creeping fungus As natural as both may be So think instead of the purity The heat and glow of fire How it destroys and creates I will be a part of it then
Tinka, you are a phoenix, you have risen from bad time, lost love and all the rest of life's hurdles to become a good poet. With each poem I see improvement. Good Job, my friend.
The purifying and cleansing power of immortal fire from within ourselves is highlighted in this compelling and lasting composotion !
This gives off an intense glow of determination and resolve Tinka !
Love
Peter
It just keeps getting better and better . . . !!
LOve,
Lance
excellent poem ...
This is about as good of a poem I have ever read from you; this is fantastic! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
I am officially online; we can go on our computer at home as well as here at the library! :)
thought. Very good Tinky!
love and peace
Carole
From my own ashes
Rise, Tinky, Rise!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
I can feel the power in your flight. Expertly written.
Bobbi
Erin
loved it Tinka
Love & Peace
William
This is GORGEOUS! Empowering, inspiring--very well written. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Birgit and Roger
Paul;-)
You're Getten Betta & Better Than Write On...
TRASK
Soar on Tinks...
Eileen^
Felix
This gives off an intense glow of determination and resolve Tinka !
Love
Peter