Mind's Ablaze

Brimelow

 

Every day I am surrounded by sparks striving to become scorching pyres,
and they inspire the coals of my fire.

I must wake up with oil in my lamp
ready for the flames of desire.
I must arrive as a searing sign,
ready to teach and blaze and boil.

Burn baby burn.
Turn world turn.
Yearn young minds yearn.

  • Author: Brimelow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2021 12:37
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  • L. B. Mek

    if anyone in the teaching profession ever needs a mantra to recover any loss of meaning
    or find themselves questioning the value in their costly endeavours
    during those moonless nights where our life choices, come out to test
    then these words you've penned
    should be read and meditated upon
    and soon, that dying amber of ambition:
    will find itself flamed by those winds of hope
    once again...
    Brilliant!



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