any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
Oh Oh Oh! May we not have relief here on earth? The triolet, with its flareups, is a particularly beautiful form for these flames that flicker but never go out. The optimism of butterflies and bees has nowhere to land.
Ah, Sumana....I really love your trimeric (smiles) & the progression of the stanzas. I do hope as the flame of life flickers one does feel that fire of love all encompassing....
This is most beautiful - and soulful . The fire, the grief, and the life-force of the bees and butterflies "thinking honey-days as never ending." Thank heaven for the hopefulness of bees and butterflies. I especially love your closing. Beautifully done, my friend.
Powerful images and metaphors. I was particularly struck by: Ember of grief ... so small - yet so visceral. An eloquent description.
Got the feeling of some sadness and devastation but hope in the form of divine love and healing. Beautifully expressed. This poem grows on you with each reading.
A beautiful blaze of a poem!
Love the way it climaxed!
Our emotions do burn, sometimes smouldering, sometimes warmly, then flaring with passion and finally turning to ash. But there is nothing like the fire of love. Beautifully done Sumana.
Dreaming of celestial fire of loveTo wrap the burning soulBeautiful closing lines :D
I think this plays wonderfully with the notion of fire being both friend and foe..fire is passion and grief - and i hope also remembrance and hope...
Like the idea of flowers being on fire..works at so many levels.
So skilfully crafted Sumana; this passion of fire and life; hope surely is the instinct of seasonsmuch love...
A very beautiful strong poem!
A powerful piece, Sumana. Beautifully done!
Ember of grief lingersThe soul is smolderingThere are occasions when one is engulfed with lots of misfortune that lingers and never seem to go away. And these would come one after the other!Hank
Dwelling in a fiery place is never easy, but often necessary.Holy Fire
This is beautiful. I love its reference both to life's grief and to life's expectations. Your poem progresses much like life, building on itself. Enjoyed the serenity in it too.
Oh yes ~ as beautiful as the hope of those bees and butterflies. Just marvellous work x
A wonderful form to employ especially for the topic...carries an eternal flavor. Really beautiful. Thank you, for the prompt, Sumana!
This reminds me of a funeral pyre. Well done.
I specially admire the last stanza with : Dreaming of celestial fire of love ~A powerful response Sumana ~
I like the hopeful contrasted against the dismal reality. There is always hope isnt there for warm honey days?
Sumana,Such a powerful symbol of life's emotions and then the mysterious and the comfort in its flicker and warmth..An excellent prompt Sumana.Eileen
I like the trimeric form of your poem, Sumana. There is a sense of fire burning and purifying in this poem, whcih is very well-penned!
This fire lingers long ... well penned.
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