cold flame, dry potion

This is a follow-up to alchemy of flame:

coals of the firewalk red with paint
glass empty as the dry pool below the diving board 
labyrinth that’s just a paper set, for a play with no audience

all that remains, is an aching heart, its bravery wasted,
empty of the dreams that blazed
in its heartfelt fever

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4 responses to “cold flame, dry potion

  1. and standing beautifuly by itself

  2. hello 🙂 just dropping by to say that you write some beautiful poems. beautiful, sad, and serene somehow all bundled into one. regards 🙂

  3. That has all the sadness of the human condition – and all the b eauty, too.

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