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I see a man walking on fire
Fire in the shape of words
Rolling down his tongue
Through the lava tube of the
frail body
There is a volcanic flow
24 x 7
In the stormy Phlegethon*
He is drowning
And burning out
Drifting away
From the magic of life
Where water is love
If I had that power
I would make a littoral cave
In his blazing heart
So that he might croon
In spring flower phrase
And change the storm into a zephyr
I want him to sing
“Grant me my day
so I might yet search myself
and weep for love of myself”
A phoenix**
never fails
To rise from its ash
*In Greek mythology it is a stream of fire flowing in
the infernal region of the underworld.
**I like to believe that a man always learns from his
mistakes because he is a man.
Posted for Grace’s
hosting Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
