lighting the wick
they say
blue
is the invisible
color
of the sun
a flame burning
stronger
at its base
hottest
when unseen
blue
steady
under those brazen
yellow sprouting
fingers
are you
hiding
blue
can I touch
you
with my
heart
blue
is the invisible
color
of the sun
a flame burning
stronger
at its base
hottest
when unseen
blue
steady
under those brazen
yellow sprouting
fingers
are you
hiding
blue
can I touch
you
with my
heart
posted by Yes at 8:45 PM
8 Comments:
Thanks to Devika for inspiring the title of this poem (your second comment on "Flight" in my October 2008 archive, in case you're wondering), and to Lady Rhea's wonderful book "The Enchanted Candle" for the first verse!
Oh there's a thanks to me :)
(I know...its that piece that started the conv)
You already touched me , my dear bird..
and the feel of those who touch me -- physically or virtually--stays with me even if they go off...
A good poem, my dear..
love,
devika
mmm such yearnings in this, I love your words Fireb :)
Excellent point!
Love it.
Love & hugss to you.
Devika--your comment means a lot to me, I am honored that you feel I have touched you...and your latest post was an inspiration, also!
Lorraine--thanks so much, you did capture the feeling I had, and I wrote the poem to try to shake it--or share it--maybe the same thing?
Krystyna--love and hugs back to you--never get enough of those!
And thanks for appreciating, too.
:)
thanks a lot dear, your words mean a lot to me too...
devika
I like this one . . . I like blue.
The best to you.
Goatman--I can see you like blue...and "blues" music, too--
Good to see you here, thanks for visiting, and for your good wishes!
I like your blog, too--come visit again!
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