The flame
As the flame flickers, I look deep in its core
Hypnotic as I watch the dance
My mind mediated as it plays with my eyes
Its warmth touches me as I relax under the cold sky
With a spit and cackle it shows its darkness
A power that can kill if left unharnessed
A need to spread as it reaches out wide
But it cannot escape the prison in which it resides
With it’s power growing , it stands tall and proud
Like a phoenix desperate to reach for the clouds
it’s dark smoke billows high, as it reaches its dreams
But it begins to flicker, subdued, as it runs out of steam
Retracting back like a snake in a basket
To become just a smouldering light and hot ashes.
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Jody Meadus
A lover of writing words that rhyme. I hope you enjoy my poems
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