Friday, June 4, 2010

Pyre

You are cunning
Spilling your orange
and yellow locks lavishly
At times you bob and
weave between the
wooden walls.
In your warmth lies
the attraction, a promise
of satisfaction and happiness.
Come closer little moth,
into the glowing embers
and let me mark your demise
by shooting a glistening
spark into the night sky.

9 comments:

  1. magical words.
    love the mood!

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  2. oh, thats a little haunting with dash of desire...nice.

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  3. Funny how an innocent little observation, can inspire such a beautiful story.
    Awesome 55 My Dear..
    This Rocked!!
    Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

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  4. Yikes! Fly away, little moth, fly away! Aw. Too late.

    Mine is here.

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  5. Nice one! Glad to have found you via the Friday 55 (I think I've seen your name around the sobriety blogs, too!) Hope you have a great weekend!

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  6. wonderful...
    sharp...
    pointed...

    :)

    Todd

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  7. girl, this was beautiful, as was your thursday post on 'listening'. you writing is powerful, precise...i can only imagine how you enrich the lives of those around you with your experience and candor. very nice 55, nmmerlot...

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  8. thanks for this It is beautiful.

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