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Fiona Kaldeway Poem
Wind calls and whispers
Crickets chirp under the moon
Dreams float up to sky
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Fiona Kaldeway Poem
These belong to the eyes.
They are clumsy, my eyes
Because they are always dropping tears.
Tears are crystals of liquid,
Shimmering in light,
Impossibly beautiful,
As though their meaning is good.
Why are the gems that fall
Why are they like diamonds?
Sparkling, as if snowflakes?
Their facets are eyes,
Their mines, your emotions,
How did this come to be?
Tears are the gems of your heart.
They show what you think,
Your thoughts are written on these precious stones.
They are merely water,
Yet powerful enough to shift the heavy burden of a Mind.
And they come without warning,
These stones of feeling.
They carve tracks
Into the weathered stone
Of your face.
They are waterfalls
That wash the colour of the world
Out of your eyes.
They drip,
Less than blood,
But still as thick,
And sweeter.
But they cause you to see less colour,
It has been washed away by those rivers
Of ocean water.
So tears cannot stop.
As long as you cannot,
Neither can they.
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First, a wispy curl of smoke
Hovering in the air, it spirals calmly
Then, a single tongue of flame
Tasting the air for the first time
It leaps and dances with youthful energy
Growing larger, it likes what it finds
It crackles and snaps as sparks fly
It roars, consuming with a voracious appetite
Always hungers, yet never thirsts
Its steady glow flickers next, and casts shadows
Where there once was light
Its embers settle and sigh, reflecting on past times
Now it takes a final breath
It is warm to the touch still
Yet it is cold inside, living as a lingering memory
Thus, the fire dies.
Copyright © Fiona Kaldeway | Year Posted 2016
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