Flowers on Fire

FallingAwake2

Bending towards the sun,

my wildflowers open,

and my fruits sweetly ripen.

 

The sunlight on my garden looks nice,

but the roots underneath are tangled

and choking each other dead.

 

My petals dance along the shore,

emancipating themselves with the wind,

as their cumulative beauty is dying.

 

I’m falling apart and unraveling,

the cohesion dissipates,

and my stems are left exposed.

 

Magnified by your light,

the sun that once pulled me up,

is setting my garden on fire.

 

Fueled by my extended drought,

and my failure to keep up with the weeds,

I’m burning fast; I’m burning bright.

 

My roots once around each other’s necks,

shrivel from the blackening smoke-

I’m letting go of my hold on myself.

 

 

Sparks fly between us,

brightening my internal darkness,

as your light rays ignite me.

 

But through this thickening layer of smoke

and this hazy, burning lens,

I am still able to see clear.

 

With clarity I ask you,

come closer to my flames-

for I cannot burn you.

 

It’s too cold out to catch.

It’s too cold out to ignite you.

Too cold, too cold.

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2022 19:23
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Buzz Bray

    "It’s too cold out to ignite you." Very interesting vocabulary. Good luck igniting them.

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, and such a well measured poem
    I wish, a painter like Caravaggio
    had made an immersive oil painting
    of a similar image, you used
    as accompaniment to your words..
    and I wish, I had the talent
    to write
    such brilliantly expressive, relatable
    and yet, simultaneously
    compendious, stanzas:
    'Magnified by your light,
    the sun that once pulled me up,
    is setting my garden on fire.

    Fueled by my extended drought,
    and my failure to keep up with the weeds,
    I’m burning fast; I’m burning bright.

    My roots once around each other’s necks,
    shrivel from the blackening smoke-
    I’m letting go of my hold on myself.'



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