FIRE! (Photo credit: Gregory Jordan)
You are overheated
Your grasp is too reaching and your grip too weak
You are fevered like a summer day
With only sweat to cool you down
No breeze will break the tempest
Written on your brow
Your heart is overblown
It’s open, an undefended casket
Where you lay our own bones down
But every thief in the night has access
And you cannot keep them out
You need creation
To write or paint it out of you
Secure in the immolation, the brevity
Of release of fire, the artist yearns to speak
To speak through you
You are over-taxed
You rely on youthful vitality
You’ve lost through all these years
Of restless wandering, please settle
Before you drown now in your tears.
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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[ Smiles ] More great poetry from you!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I needed to read this piece. Thank you for writing it.
You’re welcome! And thank you for your kind words!! 🙂 😉
Hot poetry. This is great Helen
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I have read only a few of your poems Helen but I get two things coming out, one a great love and secondly a passion for the writing which you express so wonderfully well, like a desperate pleading for change and recovery.
Thank you – I think you have great insight into what drives my writing so thank you so much for sharing! 🙂 😉
Very nice. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Amazing poem, Helen.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Just what I needed. Thank you Helen… 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
(Are you calling me a radiator?) 🙂
LOL!! 🙂 🙂
Amazing Helen when reading your work I am always struck by your passion and intensity. I think you really could write about a radiator and it would be genius
LOLOL…there’s challenge!!! 🙂 🙂
Intense. Hot. Amazing. Love it, Sis!
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Fantastic, sizzling with passion. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂