Conflagration Poem by Susan Williams
Conflagration
Afterwards I googled my heart out
but found to my vast surprise
nothing, not a thing
monumentally
extremely
or even
a little
historical
was reported
as having happened
on that lovely spring day
I went for a riverside walk
and saw a bedazzling miracle
come to pass right before my eyes
.
.
I met a beautiful man with golden eyes
and I tripped and I stumbled and I
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headlonginto
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and every glorious sultry day
and every flowerblossom night since
I have suffered from this miracle called love
.
.
Love, sweet love, it's almost not worth all this heart-burning, is it?
the wandering around in fields of golden sunshine
the lip-sizzling, tossing-turning in bed nights
the caught up in the hot summertimeness
of all this longing to belong passion
and this dizzy loss of sanity...
what surrounds lovers everyday is a miracle, the earth we walk on is a miracle, its very birth out of the void is a miracle, the air we breathe is a miracle
but love is fire and as such will cease to be
someday its sparks and its embers will fade away
and we will learn day by day how it is to continue on
with life when nightfall has no moon rise in our heart
But even knowing all this, do we ever walk away from love?
No, we fall headlong and fling ourselves into its miraculous fire.........................and burn
.
.................................© by susan williams
........................................3/28/2016
Boy, this poem has the lot! Humour, imaginative presentation, directness, and, above all, your word music is stunning. Yes, this is a definite 10 for me. I shall now read your other three poems with great anticipation. Thank you for writing this. Tom Billisborough
Tom, I miss you, Buddy. I hope Mr. Purry is there with you in that great Poetry Convention in the Sky...
Tom, thank you for reading this. I'm glad to hear that you didn't mind that the emotional content was mixed to say the least- -I had wondered if a little humor and a little bitter might not work together. You eased my mind on that and I thank you! It is reader kick back like yours that give writers an idea if their arrows are hitting the mark or glancing off.Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment so helpfully, Tom.
One of the most outstanding love poems I read here! The fire of passion that love ignites first may get dimmed gradually and may cause heartbreaks, but stlll, love is a miracle.
I REALLY DO NOT CARE MUCH FOR 'love poems'. But, if I'd noticed it, I would have enjoyed your poem MORE. : )
Tom B. [RIP] found 'humour'. I seem to have missed THAT. I've thankfully never felt the overwhelming (it seems) 'love' which some people fall into! It makes it 'easier' for me to make my exit from a 'love relationship'. 5 stars bri
My my, Susan, THIS quite a write! ! ! Love can seem to cause 'stumbling blocks' for some of us at times, for sure.
Marvelously written! .. Again ever so very many 10S! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/2/2024 2:00:27 AM # 1.0.0
There is a terrain of swoops and dips, and there are sensations of falling in place. Where do these things happen? They happen within the fabric of impressions and thoughts the mind is always weaving, which is already a miracle. Usually it's hard to notice that the sensorium is a miracle, because that is where we inwardly conduct the daily business of living, but then love comes to heightens our impressions; it puts us through declivities so we become aware of feelings that run like a mountain stream. We ourselves are the theater in which miracles are staged, and love makes us remember that. Love makes us wonder what the other person is thinking. It leads us to an intersubjective clearing where we experience withness. When we suddenly feel ourselves situated in a larger space, we may have an impression of falling. This poem documents and testifies to these experiences; it also shows them in its concrete form.
You amaze me, Denis, with the huge and varied areas of knowledge and inquiry you have in life. If I read a news article, I tend to grab the essentials and dash off into the routine demands of the day. You, on the other hand, delve. You are on the hunt for the why's and the how's beneath the what's. Which makes you an artist's best friend! ! ! Thank you for reading and analyzing the stuffing out of my efforts- I am learning so much about the experiences leading up to expression. Shoot, you could make a poem out of this comment- - - - ] a terrain of swoops and dips- - - ] sensations of falling in place