His plumage glows in splendid hues
in reds and golds of turbulent flame,
and lightning cracks from launching beak
as thunder rocks his deathless frame.
With powers to cleanse and purify
he separates the gold and dross,
to interrupt the status quo
to resurrect with enhanced gloss.
He flies them into future dawns
preserving ashes of the past,
for reason is the greatest gift,
free choice is insight unsurpassed.
Symbolic of the setting sun
the golden blaze of consequence
to heed and learn and rationalize
creating perfect ambience.
The phoenix falls to rise again,
rebuilds his nest with lessons learned,
Teach me to wear the honoured fire
to know the flame in which I burned.
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Heart Sutra.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
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This has a lot of old world type verbiage and imagery in it, meaning it reminds me of the old poets from another century. I appreciate that you kept your poem on par with the contest theme.
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What with me being a Scorpio,and the Phoenix supposedly being my higher self in striving. This I must say ,is inspiring and a beauty of a write exacting. You've so poetically captured the essence of the mythical bird in a weave of poetry well.
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A wonderful poem with stuning imagery. Great flow and rhytme too!!!! You take care. Sandy
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this is just wonderful, your poems always seem to have some kind of "Magic" to them that i love about them, makes me feel like a little kid sometimes sitting in the big chair listening to my story book, keep it flowing
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Ah, now this is a gem of a verse dear, such impeccable rhythmic flow.
All the best,
mj.
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