Incredible Fires

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Burning

Whether it is dinner
or a forest
that smell is not simply
ash in the air.

A FIRE WITHIN ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There’s A Yearning
Burning
Fire Within
Me

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I Can

I cannot slice the fire,

I cannot cut the air,

I cannot slit the water,

but I can wound you.

I can.

I NEED PASSIONATE KISSES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Call me crazy if you will
no matter how old
I will need them still
I need passionate kisses
from you

Glow

When I’ve lit a warming fire,
the blooming flames go licking higher
engulfing piled up timbers-

Wings

some days i am new-born dove

fragile

wild eyed

unprepared

wet, delicate wings untested

trembling heart beating rapidly

Recklessly She Declared Truth

Thank you Davy D at the Go Dog Go Cafe for this morning’s inspiration

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recklessly she looked deeply inside

saw fire and ice in her heart

smelled iron and cooper in her blood

felt moon and ocean tides tug her soul

knew the hum of words

crawling under skin

Clay Vessels

Inspired by A.R.Frederiksen’s .Ceramic Bodies.

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Empty hands
Long to caress and mold with sure fingers
Vessel to hold feelings
Spilling out of awakened heart

HOW LONG WILL YOU LET ME – BURN?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

How long will you let me – Burn?

in the fire you started

with your look

with your kiss

with your touch

The Alchemist

my past is a dark

ominous cave

that i mine

full of barbed wire

broken glass

rusty metal and

unexploded landmines

What Little Girls Are Made Of

She had always been puzzled

By the idea that little girls

Were made of sugar

And spice

And everything nice

The Flame is Alive

by Belen L.Méndez

The flame is alive
but it’s fighting
trying to burn on

Drome

Again, we collide, double minded with dueling heartbeats,
Strumming lungs stricken and tightened in a sharp heave,
Lacing legs together to drive out frosty winters, cruel lovers,
Parents that pulled at our arms and swam about us like bees,

Behemoth

To keep a body inside the ribs of a behemoth roaming
along the shores, we question this, this dying within
a larger shifting breathing form. And this,

this rolling, this captivity, amongst the innards
of a faceless creature; with frequent gasping and clutching
we tarry, and hurry along the tongue-like road.

Haiku – Flames

First flames of fireplace,

Warm flickering, dancing, glowing,

Prelude to winter.

– Daily Prompt

Five Elements

Your words I observe
        Moving in line
Scorpions on fire
        On my rocky wall

Your words
        I dare to touch
Your words
        I dare to hold

As I Blow out a Candle I Cry

Dear
Feather
Of the midnight,
Shant you leave your
Root? Shant you fly wild

With The Winds

Winds, howled
Winds, whisted
Winds, rustled
Winds, hummed

Winds, silenced

The Owl

The dark hollow
of the silent night
Blew into fires of fiery red
Glowing her tucked wings
In molten fear

Grief’s Fire

Grief’s Fire

 When nothing I can say

Will ease another’s pain,

If I just show up

Again and again,

The Fire Within

The fire within, I hold in icy metal
melts every rock, laid high and deep

The lion within, I keep in a fox’s skin
fears no plot, schemed of evil design

Shades of Fire

As a spark
This mind flew
Into distances
A meteor, streaked
Fuelled by happiness
In finding shades
of the dark, around

Flame

Desire Breathing

Lost

Being lost, I fear
Thoughts rolling, off this mind
None in hand, to grip
This world speeding away, deep
into my ears

Fires

fires beget fires
and we melt as poles
of wax

END

Swirls of grey

Rise from the scorched earth

Wrapping themselves

Around me

In their ruthless

                     Embrace

Legacy

It’s okay to steal the flame and run

From gods, a-hunting down audacious

Mercy given, gift of heaven,

It’s okay.

It’s alright to burn your fingers,

Singe a little, give a little, carry some