The flame
Was more than a blaze
More than hot
Fervent ~ lascivious ~
The glass
Taking form
From my pulse
No-form
Cutting and chipping
Voices in the background
Deep eyes
Evoking applause
How many can do that
Bring the color to the white
The Spectrum
That rest at least
Alone
Making glass requires heat and sand. Relationships require heat and hope to turn into love. A lovely poem
I see profundity here that really ranks with TS Eliot! Thanks, Mirna.~your friend Stan
A poem is formed in poets mind after several additions, subtractions and divisions with words.your narration gives clear images of relationships which you prefer most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice take on glass making. a good read