Life . . . an amber flame
flickers in the wind
higher climbs the fire
licking the breeze
Love . . . a red finger
burning in passion
waxing its’ time
Sorrow . . . a blue hue
knows what once was
and what might have been
eternally
Candle in the wind
why do you pretend
to heat up the night
searing insight
Soul . . . a precious wick
that too soon wavers
its’ glory over
snuffed out . . . it dies
Life . . . an amber flame
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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