My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

11 Last Call: Burning Flame

Burning Flame

candlelight flickers
casting me in shadows

my core projected
across the ground
mocks me.  its silent
full-body laugh
surrounded by golden hues
emulates my everyday existence--
shedding light on the truth.

When will I let the love in?

This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.


  1. mmm...that last question is haunting...the whole thing is a bit...the shadow laughing at you...felt piece...nicely done...

  2. letting love in is at times not easy...tight images in this and yes, a bit haunting as well

  3. Oh this is felt. And I relate to it. Let it in :-)

  4. One time in all our lives we have asked the asme question. When will I let the love in.

  5. strong write. Love the reading, especially the flick, flick, flickers works so well in print but really comes to life when read. Thanks

  6. veritas inlustrate. i admire you touching on the correlation of love and truth...beautifully spoken

  7. Great work here--the shadows are lonely, but often safer. The risk of love is worth it, I think.

  8. Wow! This was a bravura performance. So much better to hear you speak it. Love love loved this.

  9. I specially like the opening light and shadows of the burning flame ~

    Good question at the end ~

  10. This is stunning. I love the word play with flickers & the mocking of the core. And the question at the, takes my breath away!