Flames Of Hope Poem by Melissa Harkness
Flames Of Hope
The flames frolic
Mesmerizing, hot, acrid
dance with me, they say
So mesmerizing that I fail to notice
The angry heat that consumes
The smoldering flame of violence that incinerates lives
and rights
and senses
Choking on the smoke of suffering, until I don't smell it anymore.
My eyes water until I can no longer see the beauty of the colors.
Yet the sweat that trickles down the back of my neck
The breath that gets caught in my throat
Ignites
Kindles
Burns
Awakens
A different kind of heat
A belly burn
A heart burn
A deep burn of passion
A flare of compassion
That connects me once again with the rhythm of the dance.
So that my blistered senses become healing actions
And the fire that burns becomes a blaze of
Rebirth
Re-creation
A Phoenix
A seed
A frolicking flame of hope.
I love blank verse, and obviously this one will sink to my good collections. I love the enjambment and the single- word-lines that seem to lay emphasis on your thoughts and feelings. That connects me once again with the rhythm of the dance. So that my blistered senses become healing actions And the fire that burns becomes a blaze of Rebirth Re-creation A Phoenix A seed A frolicking flame of hope. Such interesting metaphors, the myth of how the Phoenix is reborn out of ashes indicates a recreation obviously.I read something similar in Harry Potter.ha! Your poem is great....keep it up!
A deep burn of passion in a burnt and saddened heart and a flare of compassion mingle to get joy and hope. A frolicking flame of hope sparks from this wonderful poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 6:19:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent Poem, Melissa. Keep up the good work!