Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Reverence

Warm soothing flame burns,
Licking away the dark night,
Deity or plea?


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2 comments:

  1. UnknownNovember 25, 2015 at 5:32 PM

    I love the last line, how it makes the poem bigger than its few lines.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsNovember 25, 2015 at 10:50 PM

      Thank you Jennifer. It took me a long time to find the right words and maintaining the rules of form so it is really heartening to hear such encouraging words.

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