Fire

i flicker
when spoken of

glow
in the breath
you shouldn’t have wasted
on apologies

ash settles like snow
on the bones of yesterday
still warm
if you press hard enough
to blister

i eat
whatever dares to name me--
anger
love
home
god

you told me
i burned too easily
but you lit the match
and called me beautiful

beneath my skin
a cinder waits

i have never ended
i have only gone quiet

for now

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CayCay Jennings

Date: 6/8/2025 10:24:00 AM

Your comments flow in mature sentences of beautifully expressed big vocabulary words and exquisitely explained emotions making me 'react' as though you're on the + side of 23?; your poems/that I've read thus far/are opposite, they remind me of the feel in my teen/early adulthood writes. That doesn't diminish their worth, not at all, they are talent sprinkled throughout. Just saying, you throw me. You'd laugh if u could see me - covering my eyes to avoid your pic, female Chucky? I'm weird yes!

Bias Fields

Date: 5/23/2025 2:30:00 PM

Fireworks

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/23/2025 4:47:00 PM

One spark’s enough, isn’t it? Thanks, Bias. Fireworks leave ashes, too.

Justin Bordner

Date: 5/18/2025 6:37:00 PM

A voice of amber heat ventures into the vows of Love's fanatical patience...Life will serve Love with every breath born of need, and with all the blood drops of purpose made pure by Love's nurture...This is a great poem Poetess! The structure instinctively supports the vibe and attitude. An Element ancient and indomitable. This poem is thrilling, and is unequivocally a FAV!...J.A.B.

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/23/2025 4:29:00 PM

Justin, your words feel like an invocation in themselves--amber heat indeed. Thank you for stepping into the flame and naming its pulse with such reverence. I’m honored by your favorite and deeply moved that the structure and spirit of this piece spoke to you. Fire recognizes fire.

Paige Hind

Date: 5/18/2025 3:15:00 PM

Such potency- it's "Fire" - fire lays itself bare, no false moves, either

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/23/2025 4:27:00 PM

Yes--no false moves. That’s exactly it. Fire doesn’t ask permission, it just is. Thank you for feeling its bare-boned honesty and naming its truth. Your insight crackles like a spark catching dry kindling.