Flames

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    • CMCates
    • Writing an anthology of poetry with my 12 yr old son on our lives so far

    Flames
    Low down beneath
    there is a smoldering pile
    of ashes
    That once burned
    high flames
    of passion.
    The flames burned bright
    So bright I glowed
    Now crushed is my heart
    so the flames have lowered
    lower
    lower
    to a pile of ashes
    that are just a smouldering flame
    of passion that once burned brightly.
    So bright they could light the sky
    now they're barely visible
    even on a cold barren night.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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