Saturday, November 6, 2010
Fire-sky
It is the sky--
waxy iridescence with
wick and rounded
flame above
It sweats
sweet beads and
skin remembers earth;
all dissolves
in this sugar solution—
lifts up wispy arms
scars and blemishes
fade into beauty
as white smoke
rises. molten
core cooks the
feast of life in
this pot.
is it any wonder
that fire calls
to fire and
they long to be one?
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11 comments:
"sweats / sweet beads / and skin": nice alliteration, very visual imagery. Lovely.
[blushing] Yes, very visual and sensual. :)
absolutely beautiful!
i like the words
very pretty
yet i think it's me
i am not connecting
to the meaning today
for some reason
it seems very deep
and i am skimming along on top
Kathleen, I read the poem in light of your comment and now I'm blushing too! Nancy, don't feel bad...one of the things I love about poetry is that we take away our own meanings. This one came to me while watching the sunrise one morning last week. The rising mist made me think of the fire below--the earth's core--and the fire above--the sun--reaching out to one another.
but I like the way Kathleen thinks too. :)
weird, i know.
I have read this several times because I really like the way that you write and your images. I love your explanation of it - makes it all the more real.
Andie
It's lovely, Laura.
Oh, I get this! I've seen this. I could not put it in such beautiful words.
Er...the earth's mantle, I should say. My 11 corrected me this morning. The earth's mantle is the "fire inside". :)
How many ways are there to describe a sunrise? Another one here to take me to the heat of life from within and without. Splendid.
I like the fire calling to fire. I want the fire in me to answer to the fire in beauty.
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