A million times I’ve stared into a candle’s flame
looking for images of happiness and freedom.
I’d watch the flame bounce from side to side, up and down
playing with the air.
Suddenly, I saw you, I saw me, and I saw us swaying in the flame
and as you searched my eyes, I saw your warming heat lick at my core.
It breathed for me and I saw myself being unburdened.
It took over my motions and I saw my quiet stillness.
It took my mind and I watched my anxieties vanish.
Then, I saw myself being spun all around.
It dipped me
and lifted me high then gently threw me
into your arms.
I didn’t see or feel fear-
I knew you’d catch me
Such a beautiful moment-
Your warming heat was such a special gift
that I accepted willingly
because it unleashed the flames inside of me-
to be me-
and to live me
and burn with you-
wild and free in an exciting dance…
An exceptionally divine romantic write Marilyn
The vision you had in the flickering flames was both passionate and spiritual....
Good to see you posting on the board again !
Your absence has been noted from the Den
Peter
In a technical sense, it is not the flames. You could be gazing at anything and see what you saw; clouds, rustling leafs or a plastered wall. The unfocussing allows you to see the whole instead of the fragment. Our eyes have been conditioned to observe in ways that make us believe we see more, while in fact we see less. So in a more meaningful sense you saw those flames indeed.
Marilyn WOW!!! I love it! A passionate captivating sensual poem, that really is unique! What a beautiful concept you crafted! Kudo's!
Good to see you my friend, you are missed!
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cosmos of "Flame Against Flame", where a scented live FLOWER of poetic grand shows its beauty.
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The vision you had in the flickering flames was both passionate and spiritual....
Good to see you posting on the board again !
Your absence has been noted from the Den
Peter
Janet
Regis
RAge
Hypnotic as the flames you paint in verse! Exquisite!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And such a beautiful poem and graphic, Marilyn.
Funny what a poetic mind can come up with...even hot shower dreams just by watching those flame flicker and sway!!
Love Tinka
Susan
Linda
Hi Marilyn...
Great to read you!
Good to see you my friend, you are missed!
Love,
Eileen
Felix
A romantic-spiritual-libidinal aroma is taking the atmosphere in the
cosmos of "Flame Against Flame", where a scented live FLOWER of poetic grand shows its beauty.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU