Hardly ever does my flame danceto that silent rhythm that flickers to and fro
no longer turned on by your needs
your cold, unveiled fear reaching for me
in the middle of the night.
In silence, still, Destiny
awaits as I remember how it used to be.
Imitation radiance now replaces me.
Until through nature's whim, unpredictably fierce
you grasp at me, cling to me breathing
relief at my fire
the safe pulsating glare of my light.
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This has been a Magpie Tale.
(Sorry. I hope I didn't disturb any of you who get automatic posts. I had trouble posting this and so repeated several times.)
Not flickering--being still--can be a rich blessing; still, memories haunt.
ReplyDeletePoor flame.
ReplyDeleteWhat troubles him so?
Perhaps that days are becoming
Much less warmer
His love is a blue flame
Two rooms from him
This blue flame who spends her life
Heating of sustenance from a black pot
Wanna come see my Magpie? It's at http://thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com
woohoo! you are on a poetic roll....those last 3 lines are hot...love it!
ReplyDeleteIt's a good poem.
ReplyDeleteDaily S. this was truly well written. I love the line, "Imitation radiance now replaces me" especially after the first line. What a beautiful way to say, he just doesn't do it for me anymore. You also turned it into a story, by adding his fear, the cold grasp and his clinging relief at the well-faked pleasure. Sad but true how often we fake it to make it and lose ourselves in the faking, while "he" has already lost us. Well Written and I love how you used the oil lamp for this one.
ReplyDeleteyou see? I told you! you are a poet! nice job!! lovely way of saying: you need me... you don't light my fire anymore...I am the fire.
ReplyDeleteA poet is thus born . . . Good, Myrna. I see that you are rolling poems after poems. Great!
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
you write beautiful poems...
ReplyDeleteGlad to read you.
Myma.... I read this ...walked down stairs, made coffee, stood in thought, and then came back to read it again.
ReplyDeletewhat a great little package! your poetry is thought provoking! excellent job :))))))
Myrna,
ReplyDeleteThis was really beautifully written. Imitation radiance now replaces me. That is my fav line. I can relate.
very lovely poem and so true...
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully rich writing. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and following... You write beautifully...
ReplyDeleteImitiation radiance - great line...very nice Magpie...bkm
ReplyDeleteMyrna, this is gorgeous! I got chills at the end.
ReplyDeleteCourageous poem of the truth of being a care giver, a carer, a human being making your way towards ?
ReplyDeleteAloha from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
aww...sometimes people just need a light and are afraid to ask :)
ReplyDeleteand you are there
I truly loved and felt every word of this
it is good to keep the fire burning..
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, depth, rich to the senses, nicely done.
ReplyDeleteA poet blossms! Love the last 3 lines on breath!
ReplyDelete/This was well written for sue. I love the lines, too on breath. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteQMM
love how you start this...Hardly ever does my flame dance to that silent rhythm that flickers to and fro....that creates such an atmosphere..beautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted!
ReplyDeleteOoo...I especially like that last line!
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing poem Myrna! :-)
ReplyDelete...the safe pulsating glare of my light.
ReplyDeleteI like that. I feel it in me 2.
Wowsa - this is really good. Maybe because I could read some of me in there. And it's like the photo makes the poem all the more striking with the unlit lamp. Great job.
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