SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

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    SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

     SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

     

    There is a fire deep on

    the hill.

    It’s radiant glow illuminates us

    all.

    We stand and watch,

    we talk and walk, we look

    and run away.

    Never knowing the fire will

    not come this way.

     

    The cold seeps deep into

    our bones,

    as if we were

    distant from the sun,

    the wind unfolds,

    blowing our

    dreams away.

    For now the sky is the

    color of winter and ash.

     

    Our clothes tattered,

    our faces worn,

    our words become like frozen

    arrows that fall harmlessly

    to the ground.

    Our tender touch is delivered through

    layered gloves ,

    our eyes see only

    the darkness inside.

     

    We pass this way and that,

    leaving no trace.

    We howl like

    wounded wolfs,

    beat our empty chest

    and build cathedrals side by side;

    build them so high they

    blot out the sky.

     

    Then we fill them

    with our silent

    hearts

    proclaiming;

    “Welcome friends,

    Welcome home.”

     

    I stood and watched,

    only to see a mirrored

    image of me.

     

    Turning away;

    I stare at the

    fire on the hill, I think that

    I shall journey that way.

     

    I watch as I slowly walk

    away.

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    WordSlinger commented on SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

    06-03-2010

    I love this, so much, I have actually seen one, a large on in 1998, in Ind. on I 65, it was blue, I had to pull over, what a ufo, whatever it was I was like yes, I love it, I researched,and bamm, ST. Elmos' Fire, ty WS

    stellar commented on SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

    05-18-2010

    I love your style...I love the lessons......I love this poem^_^ v

    MrGee commented on SAINT ELMO’S FIRE

    05-18-2010

    I love the way you make use of words in this work. The rhythmn continues throughout. Very concise and yet paints an excellent picture in the mind of the reader. Thanks for the read a 10

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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