an unfinished poem
there is a fire burning in the center of my chest.
can you feel it?
you must be able to feel it, even you, so far across the ocean.
i cannot hold it in.
i do not want to hold it in.
it is all that is good and true in me, setting everything alight.
the fire does not discriminate.
it burns for the homeless man on the freeway entrance ramp,
the single brown leaf on the tree,
the dog on my bed.
the fire burns with passion and purpose.
it is a funeral pyre for the dead;
it turns coal into diamond;
it is a beacon in the darkest night.
the fire is fierce and wise and holy.
it is lighting the way toward a wild, joy-filled life.
my god elizabeth. no words.
only yours.
and they are beautiful.
xo
tam
Oh, this is BEAUTIFUL, Elizabeth… The image too. This really touches the heart BIG! I LOVE that last line… “a wild, joy-filled life”…YES, yes, yes! :o) ((HUGS))
Elizabeth…. I read this wanting to peek at the bottom for the name of the poet. Why am I surprised?? YOU are amazing!!
Beautiful.
Perfection. It’s beautiful!
I’m rendered speechless.
In a really good way. x
Yes, an unfinished poem…. because it is so full of living and love and energy! Beautiful!! xoxo
{contented sigh} Every time I come to your page I find something beautiful. And I needed something beautiful quite a lot today. Thank you so much.
Elizabeth …
this is BEAUTIFUL … full of wildlove and hope.
your words lift me up.
i adore you.
oxox
k
Thank YOU, all of you. I am so touched and so glad that you enjoyed it. xo