Conflagration
movingfinger
Posts: 117
Quit the fire burning
Let it stand, smoldering
Back turned to the smoke,
Wrapping and twisting
Through an inhaled breath.
The shelf of darkness
Is steep away from the rim.
Miasma lingers in damp air.
It tastes of unwashed
Love; sweeter then smoke.
Caliginous is the fire
Left behind,
in search of
Brighter lights, stumbling
In the foreign dark,
Unsure memories
Of pleasant crackles.
Let it stand, smoldering
Back turned to the smoke,
Wrapping and twisting
Through an inhaled breath.
The shelf of darkness
Is steep away from the rim.
Miasma lingers in damp air.
It tastes of unwashed
Love; sweeter then smoke.
Caliginous is the fire
Left behind,
in search of
Brighter lights, stumbling
In the foreign dark,
Unsure memories
Of pleasant crackles.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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Cool...definitely diggin' your writing. When elemental themes are done right, it's always great.