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Love Letter From the Soul Xxxvi

Fire, The depths of your raging fire melts Saturday's stiffness forming from mine ice dripping into the pitcher/picture that is us freedom in the valleys and the slopes hints of snow tipping off the temples igloos calling to the angels crispness in the motion ne'er a moment feeling sad nightglow amid the midnight dance undiscovered life's true trance soft kisses til daybreak time sent off in the breeze you're the flame I'm the wick burning bright for all to see scented candles, illumination have nothing on you and me

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Funom Makama

Date: 1/10/2020 11:12:00 AM

Delicious lines, your imagery and creativity are royal sisters. Nice reading from the pen of your mind. Happy 2020.

Ts Poetry
Date: 1/10/2020 6:57:00 PM

Thank you

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 1/4/2020 10:47:00 AM

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.” D.H. Lawrence

Ts Poetry
Date: 1/4/2020 3:12:00 PM

Love is the sky

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 3:10:00 PM

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52946/as-freedom-is-a-breakfastfood

Ts Poetry
Date: 1/4/2020 2:55:00 PM

Thank you very special Agt Modesty, your assessment is quite humbling xox

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 11:03:00 AM

similar style ...possibly. beautiful imagery in your poem Schmidt...they seem to be fanned by flames and getting better with each read. Bushfires here... A person can get burnt badly by flames.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:57:00 AM

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/barefoot_in_the_bushfires_of_the_vanities_1164827

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:55:00 AM

"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot." D.H. Lawrence

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:53:00 AM

https://youtu.be/MWUhIURJW_4

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:52:00 AM

“She came upon a bankside of lavender crocuses. The sun was on them for the moment, and they were opened flat, great five-pointed, seven-pointed lilac stars, with burning centres, burning with a strange lavender flame, as she had seen some metal burn lilac-flamed in the laboratory of the hospital at Islington. All down and oak-dry bankside they burned their great exposed stars.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:51:00 AM

And she felt like going down on her knees and bending her forehead to the earth in an oriental submission, they were so royal, so lovely, so supreme. She came again to them in the morning, when the sky was grey, and they were closed, sharp clubs, wonderfully fragile on their stems of sap, among leaves and old grass and wild periwinkle. They had wonderful dark stripes running up their cheeks, the crocuses, like the clear proud stripes on a badger’s face, or on some proud cat. She took a handful of the sappy, shut, striped flames. In her room they opened into a grand bowl of lilac fire.” D.H. Lawrence/The Lost Girl

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 10:47:00 AM

"We ****** a flame into being." D.H. Lawrence/Lady Chatterleys Lover