Illusive passion

sorenbarrett

How do you hold a heart of flame the aftermath of an explosion that came leaving heart lame
Loosing grip on a hand of smoke my touch broke that in erosion lovers maim
To tame a storm, change a cloud's form, hang on to the wind
Mortal fingers are not made to cling to a shade, breezes can not be pinned
Can one stem the tide or lightning guide, such only can borrow sorrow
For a plant to grow one must let nature go, the sun will raise again tomorrow

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  • Teddy.15

    It's amazing how the simple act of kindness and love can result in such beauty. A wonderful reminder to us all. 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you my friend for your read and kind words they are always important to me and cherished.

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      a beautiful message in this piece

    • arqios

      Seems the orbits of today’s posted poems are somewhat on the same constellations 🌌🕊️🙏🏻

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Cryptic for the review and comment and yes it often seems strange how different distant minds seem connected.

      • Paul Bell

        Man can do many things, but nature can do more.
        When the storm hits, no hands will hold it back.
        Let the sun shine and I will grow.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Paul for your review and comment you are right man thinks he is mightier but he soon finds he is not.

        • orchidee

          Good write SB.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Orchi for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated

          • Friendship

            This poem presents a poignant meditation on the nature of passion, capturing the delicate balance between holding on and letting go.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you most humbly you are so right and I appreciate your understanding of this piece my friend

            • soheil khodaparasti

              To hold the unholdable is to borrow sorrow; to let the garden breathe is to borrow bloom.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Soheil for the understanding read of this piece it is deeply appreciated

                • soheil khodaparasti

                  You are welcome. It was a pleasure to read.

                • Kevin Hulme

                  Sounds like the end of a Love Affair. Best to let it go . Move on. Fine Poem.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks so much Kevin for the read and interpretation it is always most appreciated

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Wow...so powerful. Soren, "mortal fingers are not made to cling to a shade" is the image that really hit me. There is something so human in that struggle...reaching for what was never meant to be grasped. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you my friend for the encouragement and kind words of support. They are most appreciated

                    • Tristan Robert Lange

                      Wow...so powerful. Soren, "mortal fingers are not made to cling to a shade" is the image that really hit me. There is something so human in that struggle...reaching for what was never meant to be grasped. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • Soman Ragavan

                      A heart of flame is indeed to hold, to control. An explosion left its mark on the heart. Indeed, the heart is the one organ that takes the most battering, after the stomach. Whereas the stomach can enjoy hours of rest, not so the heart. The mind replays harsh words heard and this takes its toll on the heart.

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you so much Soman for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated



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