Wanting

Flames burned within us that night,

Setting ablaze anything in our path

Consumed, I thought it would burn forever.

Bright, glorious flames…

Yet furnaces left to burn can only turn

To glowing embers and their light can only dim.

Naive to think we’d set the world on fire.

Smoldering, blackened ashes…

Still the smoke continues to choke.

The heat sears my flesh and I keep returning,

Like a moth to uncertainty.

Fragile, unstable dust…

Inactive, but held captive,

To the promises of what was and could be.

Refusing to extinguish and still holding on.

Answer me, yes or no?  Just answer! Don’t leave me!

Broken… wanting… wind…

 © Daydreamer

 

Also over @Dversepoets.com for #OpenLinkNight #52.

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12 thoughts on “Wanting”

  1. Yet furnaces left to burn can only turn

    To glowing embers and their light can only dim.

    and now, all that is left is the choking smoke… Wow – quite a poem of spent passion…

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  2. it’s a bit of magic and hard work to keep that fire burning… and those that start with meter high flames already are the hardest to maintain… it can be done though.. esp. loved the…Refusing to extinguish and still holding on…

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  3. heavy feelings in this one…the dying flames are hard…and it does take tending the flame relentlessly to keep them going….its never too late though…

    sorry i am so late…had the hardest time getting on your page today…it just would not load until now…

    like the new header…

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  4. Hot story! (I nearly said cool.) What I mean is that how the narrator journeyed through from blaze to ash moved me with its familiarity and passion. It feels like the all or nothing tests of youth. “Forever . . . . dim . . . . smoldering . . . . choking . . . . searing . . . .warm and refusing to die.” This poem has it all. Bravo!

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  5. Love the line “keep coming back like a moth to uncertainty” along with the poem it’s self I enjoyed reading the flow of your words.

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  6. poignant and honest… this is love, and i think we all start out in that place of naivete, how can we not? but, as long as there is still a spark, a fire can always be re-ignited…

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  7. I think we should carry on living through our eternal place, from the depth in our hearts. It is not naive to hold faith and love with our purest intent. The shame lays with the one who won’t answer.

    This is a delicate piece, I especially like the moth. 🙂

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  8. Strong emotions here…love these lines..The heat sears my flesh and I keep returning,

    Like a moth to uncertainty.

    Fragile, unstable dust…

    Inactive, but held captive,

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