Inside us all burns a fire at times, a flickering flame barely alive smoldering in a Smokey haze upward trail, rising
Yet if we honor the fire, by nurturing and listening we will feel the crackle, as our cells are replaced peeling away from the darkness rising, burning hotter and brighter into a run-away-- reaction, crashing through silent barriers in booming thunder clap a shining star Roaring
In us all hidden under that cold blanket of ash the ember waits Feed the fire feed the fire Snassano 02-05-08
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2008
reminds me of an Ani DiFranco song 'a fire just waiting for some fuel'. ..
feels more like a star [nebulous and imploding/exploding/expanding...burning]; that hot gaseous wonder, so morphing, so shaping, so wondrous....but not quite reachable, tangible....inside of us all, and what would happen if we just let a gentle breeze, the fuel, the oxygen... carry/bend the flame? would that breeze be more likely to come from another soul? breath of heaven. ....
there is nothing more warming, more calming than a fireside. .. .a candle; and nothing more ominous or ragingly beautiful than a wildfire.. .spreading. ...engulfing...
where did i put my matches???
smouldering indeed. ..
i miss your words already :{
keep writing
keep. .. .
that fire lit. ..
> <
ness
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The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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feels more like a star [nebulous and imploding/exploding/expanding...burning]; that hot gaseous wonder, so morphing, so shaping, so wondrous....but not quite reachable, tangible....inside of us all, and what would happen if we just let a gentle breeze, the fuel, the oxygen... carry/bend the flame? would that breeze be more likely to come from another soul? breath of heaven. ....
there is nothing more warming, more calming than a fireside. .. .a candle; and nothing more ominous or ragingly beautiful than a wildfire.. .spreading. ...engulfing...
where did i put my matches???
smouldering indeed. ..
i miss your words already :{
keep writing
keep. .. .
that fire lit. ..
> <
ness
I love this--excellent feeling to this one! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Myrna
I feel the heat, it is inspirational Stan
and shining seriously!
Christine