flame bright

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the naked flame,
beside me
flickers in the night


each breath l take threatens it,
my out breath hovers,
undecided whether to nourish it
or kill it


an old tune warms the room
nostalgia washes onto the pillow
a freeze frame of a golden moment
haunts the senses


shards of a new day,
of expectations not yet taken to root
but seeded deep in the dampness


I rise to the challenge,
keeping the flame bright
feeding it
just as it burns away


another hope,
another dream,
l shiver, I tremble,
while you watch
from a far,


I hesitate, I breathe


don't extinguish the flame
not just yet...

l need you

Comments

  1. Joanna Jenkins1:08 am, January 10, 2011

    That's nice Saz. I hope it all works out.
    Happy New Year, jj

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  2. Daryl1:55 pm, January 10, 2011

    Another beautiful 'painting' in words .. xo

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  3. Sniffles and Smiles10:51 pm, January 10, 2011

    Oh, Saz...your poetry is always so exquisitely beautiful and profound!!! I'm so glad I stopped by...I would not have missed this one for all the world!!! You are wonderful!! Love you so much!!! ~Janine xoxo

    Just visiting...not blogging. :-)) Love you, darlin' xx

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  4. Sandi McBride2:33 am, January 11, 2011

    Wow. I mean really, WOW, Saz that was deep, moving and brillient.
    Bravo
    Sandi

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  5. Rick4:23 am, January 11, 2011

    Sara
    that was really written wonderfully.
    the not yet sounds a bit gray but we are, after all, just bridges to more bridges.
    ~rick

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  6. Moannie10:07 pm, January 11, 2011

    The flame is hope, burning bright, but the merest sigh could extinguish it.

    Gotta believe, hon. XXX

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  7. Rock Chef9:28 am, January 12, 2011

    Beautiful!

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Take the weight of your feet, draw up a chair and pour yourself a cuppa. Leave your troubles at the door and together we shall ride out the storms.


Saz x

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