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Home Is a Burning Flame


“Home is a Burning Flame”



Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end

You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there

She must follow her own flame

Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails

Tender Moorings is your Heart

One day she will understand her revolving door journey

Until that time arise

Keep the burning fire alive

The warmth it emanates 

She will carry to be brave.

"HOME" 

Is a Burning Flame.



(Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018)
For my Mother 18/9 d. I see you, I hear you.
For my Daughter 18/9 b. Do you see me, do you hear me?
"I am my mother's daughter."

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 3, 2023 at 3:35 PM

6 of Swords/Tarot.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 3, 2023 at 3:35 PM

https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/minor-arcana/suit-of-swords/six-of-swords/

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 3, 2023 at 3:34 PM

"Home"/Depeche Mode.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 3, 2023 at 3:35 PM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIvKZ_EX_xE

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

October 11, 2018 at 5:42 PM

The lyrics could mean many different things to many different people. Take it as you will. We're all looking for the higher love, in one form or another.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

October 11, 2018 at 5:43 PM

A HIGHER LOVE - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG0-mrYG4uE

Susan Ashley

April 15, 2018 at 8:26 PM

Leanne, 'Home' is a burning flame of love in a Mother's heart that never dies and never ceases to be a beacon in the dark to welcome a child back to her bosom. When I was done being rebellious, I found my way back home to that eternal flame my Mother kept vigil over.. waiting for me. It was the best feeling in the world when I allowed myself to bask in her warmth. I never knew I'd miss her until I missed her and was glad to find her waiting for me. Your poem brings back memories that taught me about true love. Your heartfelt plea and imagery is beautifully deep, poignant and amazing. Belated congrats on POTW and like me, Georgia will find her way back 'Home'.. Warmest wishes and a fave, my friend. ~Susan

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

April 15, 2018 at 8:52 PM

All true poets and romantics have that sense of rebellion. Georgia, will find her way home, whether I am here or not, she will learn, just as my sisters and I did...as, have others, the true significance of Home and Mother (for my other dear friend here who is on the other flip side of the coin - of Home and Father). Of course, one could argue that not all mothers are good. Not all fathers are good. This can be true in some cases. Not in the majority. Home is where the heart is and Home is where we are all heading. Much LOVE to you, friend. Leanne x

Robert Lindley

March 31, 2018 at 8:46 AM

Oft, I find the images words create are even more powerful than actual images seen with ones eyes. You write with heart, depth and power. And that passion is beauty and wisdom exhibited by a true poet's soul. A fav...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 31, 2018 at 5:42 PM

That is very kind of you Robert. All the best of peace and joy to you and your family this Easter and always. I shall go and read your stories now. It is hard to read everyone's stories/poems, as there are so so many poets and stories to read here. So glad you stopped by. Leanne

Charles Messina

March 29, 2018 at 2:30 PM

Very nice Leanne, the flame will always stay lit in your heart. SO nice to meet you. Congrats on your POTD...Charlie

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 31, 2018 at 7:58 AM

You are correct. Let's hope it remains lit in the other heart. Thank you Charles.

Arturo Michael

March 26, 2018 at 10:52 AM

You're packing the punch in your poems recently...Cups high for your POTW...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 31, 2018 at 8:02 AM

My brew, is probably not poetry....I think maybe a larger read. But thank you Arturo, very kind of you, as always. Happy Easter.

Arturo Michael

March 27, 2018 at 7:32 PM

I trust my instincts...When I first read you...I felt the power of your pen...It's a survival thing... and kept an eye out to read... Once you decide the brew...I know...you'll be cooking...All the best Lovejoy...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 26, 2018 at 5:19 PM

I've been reeled in of recent times by your evolving style/s, Agent Arturo. I will continue to emerse myself into what appears to be on the surface calm waters, but more than likely very deep but not still. Thank you as always for your kind comments. I am in dire need of refinement, where poetry is concerned.

Daniel Turner

March 26, 2018 at 8:08 AM

Congratulations on POTW Leanne. I am a parent so naturally this poem resonates with me. We teach them to fly. We can't expect them to stay. They will return occasionally to refuel their hearts and ours. Lovely poem!

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 26, 2018 at 5:15 PM

Agent Turner, we are all children at some stage so on reflection, thankfully, I have the knowledge of my own rebelliousness as a teenager and young adult to fall back on and will wait for my daughter's return stories. I now empathise with a lot of other empty nesters. Thank you for your kind observation, which I have taken into my mind and heart. Our children forge their own lives inevitably, just as we did. I am on my journey now as well. The doors are wide open for me to explore areas I have missed out on during the 18 year adventure with Georgia as a single mother. Kind of exciting and a little sad at the same time. Bittersweet. :)

Silent One

March 26, 2018 at 7:56 AM

Congrats on POTW... rockin' the joint...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 26, 2018 at 5:09 PM

I've been researching 'green'. Thank you L.o.t.S. x

Maria Williams

March 25, 2018 at 10:37 PM

Congratulations on POTW Leanne. Well done....Maria xx

Maria Williams

March 30, 2018 at 5:58 AM

Lol, lucky it was cooler this time around....Maria xx

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 26, 2018 at 5:08 PM

Thank you .... are you still swanning under that Banyon Tree in Hawaii, looks to be a very powerful place of peace. Although with that nubile servant behind you, I'd be a little flustered...x

Keith O.J. Hunt

March 25, 2018 at 10:00 PM

Enjoyed the ride Leanne, congrats on POTW;-)

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 26, 2018 at 5:08 PM

Ah, it's a ride that's true - a person wouldn't be dead for quids. Thank you Agent Hunt.

Anne-Lise Andresen

March 25, 2018 at 1:09 PM

- Congratulations so much with yours P.O.T.W.., Leanne :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 25, 2018 at 5:38 PM

This poem is for Georgia and someone close to you Anne-Lise. Love Leanne x

Sunlite Wanter

March 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM

If you do not see the paintings on the POTW, be sure to go to Leanne's page. I usually don't get pictures on the POTD or W pages. My children all roamed away, but now they are close. They can be in the same town with you and still "go" and "return." I know the agony of their absence and thankfulness of their returns. Lovely, lovely poetry.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 25, 2018 at 5:42 PM

Thank you Sunlite. I can't bear to see a page without colour. x One day Georgia will have all these stories to show her children, should she so decide to follow that path. Your words are reassuring, but not all stories have happy endings and that is life. My daughter will find her way back home to me in her own time. Mothers and Daughters, a beautiful complex relationship for most, that should be so simple. Time is short. Very. Should I not be around, the stories are here for her.

Maria Williams

March 23, 2018 at 12:31 AM

Nothing more heartfelt then a mother's plea Leyanne. I really feel for you my friend. Home is where the Heart is and the Journey starts and stops there. Patience is the Key I guess. A poignant poem that pulls at the heart strings, accompanied with beautiful images and interesting choice of song. Enjoyed and a fave....Maria xx

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 23, 2018 at 6:32 PM

We all make mistakes, we are all revolutionary at some point in our lives. I was extremely revolutionary when I was in my teens. We all make mistakes and wrong decisions on our journey, that is the only way we can learn and find ourselves. I have always been about 'Freedom'. I love my daughter unconditionally, she has as much freedom as she requires now. My daughter, like all children (and they all do in some way and at some point in their lives, eventually as adults), will return "Home", when she is meant to, at which point I will be here in some form or other. Thank you for your support and friendship Maria. It is highly valued. x

Freddie Robinson Jr.

March 21, 2018 at 3:35 PM

Wisdom from the heart, Leanne. This poem glow w/spirituality ... and our eyes are like moth being led to the flame of truth. Superb poetry. Love and smiles.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 21, 2018 at 7:35 PM

Maybe wisdom speaking from another realm...through my words. There are powers and forces in our lives that are much bigger than we will ever understand. This poem may be one of them. Everyone needs to burn that flame even brighter with all the blackness in the world at present. Not that wise it would appear, there is a lesson in this poem for me as much as anyone else.

Kishan Sharma

March 20, 2018 at 5:28 AM

Very well emotions in this writing thanks for share

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 20, 2018 at 4:18 PM

We all find the flame eventually. Whether we are aware of it or not, we all hold the flame within us. How bright it burns, depends where we are in our journey and who needs to see it.

Kishan Sharma

March 20, 2018 at 6:00 AM

Yes the house will come back again I believe it.

Richard Evans

March 19, 2018 at 9:37 PM

Keep the home fires lit. I couldn't agree more.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 19, 2018 at 9:48 PM

I'm taking pharologist classes to a new level.

Frederic Parker

March 19, 2018 at 10:34 AM

is not home where your soul finds comfort, though the heart yearns the soul will always find the still waters, the peaceful meadows to still the yearning heart where all things flow gently away on life's river of understanding...burning flames is what my last poem was about

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 19, 2018 at 11:56 AM

Perhaps Home is "The Great Journey". Yes, it is all those things too.

Silent One

March 19, 2018 at 7:38 AM

Like they say home is where the heart is, the flame flickers, yet sometimes it is fragile.. we can travel the world, we can go to another city, but all paths lead back to home.. Sometimes we just need to be patient...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 19, 2018 at 11:57 AM

Sometimes we must travel further still.

Muhammad Imtiaz

March 19, 2018 at 4:08 AM

Hi LLB I like the Paintings and the message inside these paintings. Are u painter also? You have written very deep. Home is a burning flame and she must follow her flame. "if you find me not inside you , you will never find me. For i have been with you, from the beginning of me. " A beautiful and deep message. This is by true love only. My Favorite Thanks

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

March 19, 2018 at 12:14 PM

Very deep. Perhaps a voice of love and wisdom speaks from the Luminiferous Aether, through the mother and daughter.

Home Is a Burning Flame

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