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The Flame of the Poet's Soul

I've touched the flame of the poet's soul
and felt the burning of wondrous wonder
it dances in my mind a brighter glow
where treasured words are there to plunder

Forgive my sin of being a dreamer
whose lost in the realm of forever land
where stars are candles lit on another world
and waterfalls pour on planets of barren sand

Where imagination stirs vibrant colors
to paint rainbows that circle the Earth
where a flame burns all the crumbled paper
and the ink that flows starts a new birth

Words can take me to the sun and moon
to see the shadow of my soul
and walk in meadows and forest-green
lost in time...without control

I awaken to a lane draped in roses
after passing all the petals that fall
the color of my passion bleeds red
I've entered the poet's sacred hall

I found the flame that was burning there
I'm standing all alone
I touched the flame of the poet's soul
where imagination and I are home

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/6/2024 9:38:00 PM

I really like the sanctity with which you treat the poetic soul. There is treasure there, as you've so eloquently revealed. Kudos, Gershon

Silent One

Date: 4/6/2024 9:05:00 AM

'I've touched the flame of the poet's soul' is a celebration of the creative spirit and the boundless possibilities of poetic expression. Through its evocative imagery and heartfelt sentiment, the poem invites readers to embrace their own capacity for imagination and self-expression, reminding us that within the poet's sacred hall, anything is possible.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 4/5/2024 6:02:00 PM

Dear Frederic, your poem is a mesmerizing journey into the depths of imagination and creativity. The imagery you evoke, from the burning flame of wonder to the colors of imagination painting rainbows, is truly captivating. Your words are filled with the essence of being a dreamer, lost in a realm of endless possibility and boundless inspiration. I loved the imagery of walking in meadows and forest-green, lost in time without control, beautifully encapsulates the immersive experience of delving into the poet's sacred realm. Your poem is a testament to the power of words to ignite the soul and transport us to realms unknown, where imagination and creativity reign supreme. - Blessings, Daniel