FORBIDDEN FLAME
Sensing spiritual fire
in emerging poetry,
(vulnerable) I slip
the shackle of the
mundane, and am
immediately open.
I hear the choir; the
singing engulfs me!
But then, suddenly,
like a cloud of vapor,
the winging words
disappear -- as if
not meant for
mortal acclaim.
Perhaps poetry,
born of the mystic,
sweeps too close to
the blue truth flame.
-- Delma Luben
Exceptional poem....
nice work...
Art Sun...
Be always safe,
Karen
Love the poem!
Cryssa