The flames frolic
Mesmerizing, hot, acrid
dance with me, they say
So mesmerizing that I fail to notice
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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.
Excellent Poem, Melissa. Keep up the good work!