...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word" Away (Fire)

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Fire”.

 

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                                     FIRE

           Staring into a fire can be hypnotizing. Whether it be a campfire or a fireplace, it has a magic all of its own, that invites you into its world. You become mesmerized by it and find yourself staring deeply into its blazing wonder, until all your emotions are encompassed within its crackling grip. There you remain in total submission as you find both comfort and excitement in its simplicity and its mystery.  

           

         

             FIRE

You stare into the fire and know not what you see

Just shadows of the past, where you were once free

Or amber lights in present, where Gods of Fire speak to Thee

 

Perhaps you see the future in its golden blaze

Or find yourself lost within its smoke-filled haze

It dances before you, adorned in orange hues

…A private audience singing the blues…

 

Your heart hums softly to its sizzling voice

Your soul responds to its seductive poise

Suddenly there is desire in its raging flare

You move closer to it, simply on a dare

It sees its reflection in your curious eyes

You see yourself melting within its guise

 

Your body jolts as you become undone

The fire enters you; you join as one

In heated passion it kisses your face

It covers your body like a fine lace

You feel like royalty touched by its glow

Enticed by mystery, so much to know

 

But it says good-bye while it slowly dies

Burning to ash as it hears your cries

You jump to your feet in disbelief

This Fire of Love has left you in grief

You strike a match and bring it to life

Again joined in marriage; as if Man and Wife

 

 

 

 

"The Last Christmas Card"

 

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...This journey introduced him to many people who were willing to assist him in locating Rosa, but it also led him down a path to hell and back. He soon realized that sometimes in life the better choice is to walk away and not look back. Instead, he chose to move forward in search of Rosa. A toxic mix of love, friendship, romance, concern, hate, lies, secrets, danger, betrayal and revenge, soon accompanied Dom on this journey of a lifetime; a journey that almost took his life as it nearly destroyed him personally and professionally.

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Cupboard)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just "one word". Today my one word is "Cupboard".

 

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        When “The Cupboard is Bare”, are we talking about food or life? What lies behind closed doors often times teaches us lessons about life that may truly satiate our hearts and souls, and sometimes sadden us deeply. Life is a metaphor which we recognize as we age. Once we figure out the message, our “Cupboard” is no longer bare. It is full of emotions, both happy and sad, that will take us from childhood to adulthood. It’s all about the journey.

                                                                     Cupboard

As a child, I recall hearing it said

The term that frightened me so

But I was too innocent and shy, of course

Too unsophisticated to know

The term which echoed “The Cupboard is bare”

Turned my joys into worry and woe

 

I pictured it dark and void of fare

I would only peek inside on a dare

I was a juvenile - simple and so unaware

But I guess I needed to be right there

 

I feared no food for the family to eat

I feared we may never rise up on our feet

But my fear turned to strength

as I coped with defeat

and I learned rather quickly

‘twas not always a treat

 

My heart was sad, the tears did fall

Yet I had no understanding of it at all

So curiosity pushed me to open doors wide

My stomach panged; I stood there and sighed

But my soul was hungry; I felt denied

 

All was forsaken in the “Cupboard” I’ve known

How I wished I was taller and fully grown

I winced as I smelled the awful decay

I prayed to the Lord it would all go away

Instead I was chilled right down to the bone

Surely something had died there, scared and alone

 

Something was wrong inside those doors

My skin cried out from bleeding sores

Tarnished handles  -  Sticky and aged to the hilt

Such dampness, such dust, eroded to silt

In childlike manner I looked within

Chipped paint, rotted wood all wrapped in sin

 

But open it wider, I surely did do

In hopes I’d find something bright and anew

Oh Yes! It was dark – to my chagrin

I was forced to embrace it with a grin

My soul taunted me to see with wide eyes

To understand truth and to understand lies

 

Then one day the term “The Cupboard is bare”

no longer meant what I originally thought

It was all just a metaphor, a lesson in life

To learn as I should; to learn as I ought

Which details of life had suddenly left me…

Wildly curious; painfully distraught

 

It had nothing to do with tarnished handles,

So sticky and aged to the hilt

It had all to do with existing on earth

full of love, full of woe, full of guilt

 

It had nothing to do with dampness and dust,

chipped paint or rotted wood

It had all to do with aging and fear

As I entered a world of Adulthood!

"A Christmas Angel" (Spillwords Christmas 2021 Theme) (POEM)

 

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        The below Poem, "A Christmas Angel", was submitted to Spillwords Press (Spillwords.com) as part of their Christmas 2021 Theme:

 

A Christmas Angel

She came softly with the fallen snow

And kissed the earth with lips aglow

Her wings she spread so far and wide

She danced within the Christmastide

She frolicked in the Winter’s chill

From tree to tree

From hill to hill

A smile she wore upon her face

She swept past horizons in total grace

The clouds did part, with sun afire

The heavens sang

In this Celestial choir

The birds, the lamb, the deer in sync

She pressed her hands ‘cross skies of pink

She embraced the melodies of joyful song

She danced, she sang, she hummed along

Holly bells chimed from her dainty hands

A stunning Angel, she blessed the lands

Her full skirt of satin and lace

Swayed to and fro in magical pace

Her eyes sparkled like the yuletide glow

Her slippered footprints grazed the snow

She made a final bow to all

She whispered sweetly, her final call

Her voice echoed ‘round the world

She circled fiercely in windspun swirl

In Angelic manner she faded away

A Christmas Angel

Came calling today 

NOTE:

(If a Christmas Angel comes to visit, you will recognize her in the beauty of the Season and on the faces of your beloved friends and family.)