Phoenix

Day 25 and a poem about a (lost?) soul …

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Stuck in Customs The temple burns the past away as they embrace. via photopin(license)

This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Phoenix

This feeling,
This searching for a meaning.
This constant yearning, the burden
That I carry around.
This whole in my heart,
This other me that I dare not speak of,
The soulfire being
That threatens to burn me to the ground.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Fire Hides All

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Fire,
Elixir of motion
These dancing flames.
A spark of passion
Which ignites

And cannot be denied.
Turns the sky
A violent shade
And reveals the dust,
The lies within.

The shallow souls,
The hollow hearts,
The tattoo beating
To the revelatory
Rhythm of the blaze.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

In Flames

Day 7 and cold enough for a fire…

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Fire via photopin (license) photo credit: Fire via photopin(license)

Images dance in the flames,
Dreams coalesce
And disappear.
A bead of sweat
Drips down my spine
From all the heat in the room.
The fire speaks
As the logs crack, split open
And catch light. Speaking
Morse code,
Repeating the phrases
In the discarded letter
Burnt in the fire, never sent.
Repeating words in the flames
I’ve never spoken to you.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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In Flames

photo credit: Fire via photopin (license)

photo credit: Fire via photopin (license)

Images dance in the flames,
Dreams coalesce
And disappear.
A bead of sweat
Drips down my spine
From all the heat in the room.
The fire speaks
As the logs crack, split open
And catch light. Speaking
Morse code,
Repeating the phrases
In the discarded letter
Burnt in the fire, never sent.
Repeating words in the flames
I’ve never spoken to you.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.