Smoke and Fire

By Marionella

Sun, 08 Dec 2013
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7 comments
 

Smoke

A whispered word 

A sung song

A held hand

 

Fire

Delicious agony

Contraction

Dilation

Repetition

 

Smoke hides fire

Fire burns smoke

Nobody ever saw

The mist of repentence

 

Lips are cold against the sparks

Nails are small against the sky

Words are quiet admist the roars

of somebody else's shout

 

Find your way

Carve your path

through loneliness

Smile at the reticence

 

of life 

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Interesting thoughts and some nice contrasts.

Enjoyed.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I agree with Bee.  Enjoyed, Marionella.

Tina

 

Submitted by Marionella on

Thank you both.

Submitted by Denzella on

Marionella,

You astound me.  I cannot for the life of  me comprehend a talent such as yours when you are so young. 

This poem so simple in structure yet so profound in content.

Congratulations.

Moya

 

Submitted by Marionella on

Moya-

I just want you to know what an impact your words have.  I just feel so much more optimistic in general- about my writing, and about life.  Words are powerful!  Thank you so, so much for taking the time to comment on so much of my work! 

You are a very,very kind woman.  God bless. heart

Submitted by Denzella on

Marionella,

I meant and you deserve every word.

By the way a very dear nephew of mine lives in Wellington.  One of my sisters twins.  He is over here at the moment and he will be visiting me before  he goes back.  Can't wait to see him even though he was also over here in the summer.

Moya

 

Submitted by Marionella on

That's great, Moya!  I visited Wellington recently. Remarkable city.